Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 826

Chapter 37 : Home, to the Village

Brandt didn’t stop running, not even once, until we reached Jared’s village. The Dark Forest passed us in a blur of shadow and rain. Maybe he felt the same crushing weight I felt as the trees whispered and rattled, maybe he saw the same shadows that lingered in the darkness, little flecks of light dancing against the tree trunks, like stars… or eyes.

We were never alone in the Dark Forest. Whatever else was there with us obviously didn’t think we were worth pursuing. Maybe those indescribable beings who called the forest their home sensed that we were rushing–broken, tired, and scared–and let us be.

I was thankful for it, and I was more than thankful to hear the sound of wind chimes rustling in the spring rain as we broke through the trees near the Healer’s cottage, the village rising in the distance.

Home–I felt it with overwhelming certainty.

Brandt nearly collapsed as he skidded to a stop next to the sparring ring. I slid off his back, my knees buckling and legs tingling painfully from gripping his back with my thighs for an entire day. People were running toward us with blankets, shocked faces blurred by the downpour that pounded the top of my head and my face as I looked up to see a hooded Giselle, her eyes alight with worry.

“Jared?” I croaked.

“Not here–” Giselle began, but Brandt’s voice cut through the rain, strong and demanding.

“Five scouts, two along the southern trail and three in the Dark Forest. Don’t be seen,” he said to the men beginning to gather around him. I glanced at him as Giselle helped me up, seeing him wrapped in a blanket and shivering with exhaustion and cold. “Jared might be alone, or he’ll be with–with Carmen. Archer was meant to be heading east, toward the capital.”

Giselle furrowed her brow, mouthing “Carmen?” with a look of shock flashing behind her eyes. Brandt stalked off as several of the men convened next to the ring, one of them barking orders as the rest began to shift.

“Where’s Miriam?” I said through chattering teeth as Giselle wrapped her arm around me and walked me toward the house.

Lights twinkled in the windows, and several people were standing on the porch, watching as we approached. It was well into the night now, and muffled voices poured from the open door of the house as people were roused from sleep by the commotion we’d caused.

“Let’s get you into a hot bath first,” Giselle whispered, rubbing my arm as she guided me up the front porch steps, glaring at everyone nearby.

Miriam met us at the door, looking more than concerned.

“Oh, my dear,” she breathed, taking me into her arms and holding me to her chest. “I am so happy to see you again.”

***

I slept well into the next day, curled up in my old bed. Scarlett and Giselle had fussed over me for what felt like an eternity until I’d fallen face-first into my bed, asleep before my head hit the pillow.

Gray daylight drifted through the open window between our beds, lace curtains dancing in a humid breeze. I rolled over, rubbing sleep from my eyes to find Scarlett’s bed made, and empty.

I had no idea what time it was. No one had roused me to start another day’s washing and mending. It took me a few minutes to come to terms with the fact that I’d spent the last two days sprinting through the Dark Forest in the rain, and before that… close to a week in Aeris’s kingdom.

Jared’s house, all of that felt like a dream–a nightmare, especially since Jared hadn’t made

chest. I bit down on the feelings of fear, jealousy, and despair as I tried to focus my mind on what

she laid out everything to dry on top of the dresser.

the room. The map wasn’t there. I cursed under my breath and swiped the scroll, with was falling to pieces in my hands, and the Cryptex off

while he was away. I sat down at his desk, huffing a dusty breath as I

ink was fresh enough that the moisture had caused it to bleed and soak through the rough parchment, blurring it considerably. I ran my hands over my face, cursing under my breath as I scooped it into my hands and balled it up before tossing it toward the door. It landed with a wet splat, even

Cryptex for a long

I wanted to do less than mess with it right now, not when my body

he? Had he made it

roving slowly over the curve of my hip as he spoke to me in a low whisper. We’d joked about pretending to be husband and wife, coming up with silly little scenarios to distract us from the

I’m back from the sparring ring,” he’d said, flashing

with Miriam,” I’d replied. “She won’t allow me

had been so easy, so unlike anything I’d ever experienced with him so

wanted to say to him, that I needed to say. That I

what was I supposed to do… just sit

drawers, finding a stack of paper and a few quill pens like the one

long gone now, lost with the rest of the supplies when the

down on the desk, staring at it blankly for several

time on expeditions related to my studies. They were used to not hearing from me. But I’d taken off this time with no itinerary,

assumed I’d snuck onto the trade ship–the trade ship would never make

else to say other than I was alive, and

was sure to hit the ceiling with rage if this letter ever got to her. Dad would just be

home, eventually. I have a lot to tell you, a lot I’ve seen and experienced. It was worth it, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry,

letter and set it aside, moving on to

my breath, scribbling one single

I’m fine. I met someone, and I think–’ I paused, the pen

I might stay. I think

desk for envelopes, finding a few that were yellowed with age and rather stiff. I wondered if this realm used stamps at all, but I figured I could ask Miriam

Cryptex once more before rising from the desk

afternoon when I left Jared’s study. The kitchen was busy preparing for tonight’s meal. I peeked into the laundry room, finding Scarlett with her back to the doorway and an unfamiliar

whirled around, giving

I smiled. “I’m sorry I didn’t come down to work this

be. Miriam has other plans

watching an expression I couldn’t read spread