Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 843

Chapter 54 : Class Reunion

*Jared*

Archer nudged the black mass of the dead wolf with the toe of his boot, his face twisted in a grimace.

I could scent both women in this cave. The fire they’d started was cool to the touch, but the charcoal was still oily from whatever they’d used to start it. I rubbed the ash between my fingers as I crouched, looking around.

“How’d they get so far off course?” Brandt said from the entrance of the cave as he slid his favorite dagger back into his belt.

“Lock was here too,” Archer said quietly, his boots leaving bloody footprints as he walked out of the cave and looked around. “And two scouts, I think.”

“I know,” I breathed, rising from my position and running my fingers through my hair. I didn’t mention that I could smell blood other than the wolves. They knew it too, but none of us were willing to admit what that meant.

“All of their things are gone,” Brandt said absently as he turned to glare into the setting sun. We’d been running for days through a colossal storm. Picking up their scent again had felt like a miracle, but now….

“f*****g Lock,” I said through gritted teeth, glancing around as I scanned the area around the cave. We weren’t far from the edge of Abel’s territory. We’d make it there by morning if we traveled through the night.

If we didn’t run into Lock, first.

“I haven’t seen that prick in years. Not since the war,” Archer bit out, dragging the wolf out of the cave by its tail. I watched him as he bent to examine it, pulling back its fur to show the deep gash on its neck. “Think he did this?”

“Eliza did it,” I breathed, closing my eyes for a moment.

I let myself be momentarily racked by guilt at the thought of Eliza having to defend herself from this rogue. It was a true rogue, too, the soulless kind who had no master but itself, driven by primal urges like hunger and the need to chase and hunt.

“Eliza?” Brandt said, his brow furrowed.

I lifted one of its paws, her blood dried against its talons. Archer let out his breath as he rose to his full height, the three of us looking at each other for a moment.

“The other camp we passed had their scent, so they’re likely still alive,” Archer said coldly, his fingers grazing his knife belt.

“Abel wouldn’t kill them. He has no reason to,” Brandt added.

Silence fell again, the space between us filled with the sounds of the forest. The women had made it through the Dark Forest alone, and alive.

“We’ll shift and keep moving,” I said, undoing the buttons on my shirt.

We didn’t have a concrete plan when it came to when we’d eventually reach Abel’s territory. He had some of the fiercest scouts in the lands, and I knew that to be true because Abel and I had trained together for years before he left our village. We were a physical match for each other, but he had something I didn’t.

sure he knows we’re here now,” I warned, keeping my eyes on the forest as I

me a careful eye, then undressed, his eyes downcast as he tucked

with his scar, deep-set silver eyes, and raven black hair that fell down his back, nearly

and for the most part, uncontrollable. He was only half wolf, the other half a mystery. I

picking up my backpack between my

the mindlink, tilting my head to motion for them to fall in line in front of

Eliza was on her toes, using that big head of hers to think rationally. Abel was sharp as a tack,

nearly fallen

***

their wolf forms distorted by the field of tall, yellow grasses swaying in a humid breeze. The wall around Abel’s village shone in the midday sun, casting a long shadow across the field as the sun crept closer

waking up to them creeping through the trees as we roused ourselves from shallow sleep. They made no moves on us and kept their distance. We were unwelcome guests in their territory. They’d been waiting for us, just like

until we reached the sweeping plains at the base of the Northern Mountains, then they fanned out around us, forming a barrier between us and the wall to the fortress where my mate

fists or teeth?’ Archer asked

the top of the wall, faint voices carrying in the wind as they alerted each

and hastily changing into my clothes. Brandt was dressed by the time I’d secured my knife belt over my

my eyes on the men now running along the top of the wall, some of them pausing to look

door like the old friend that I

and gangly, having not yet filled out his new-found height. I paused midstep, tilting my head at him as I loosened my shoulders and flexed my hands

aside. I have business

“Y-you’re not welcome!”

I said sharply,

toward the wall, where several of the men were now shouting

I said as the boy turned back to face

chest beside me, shirtless, his muscled physique gleaming in the

do

“N-none–”

Archer pointed to the wall, wiggling his fingers in hello as the men jeered and shouted at us. “We were all one in the same, okay? Trained by the same masters and hardened by the same Dark Forest that separates our villages. Choose me, and I’ll rough you up with only my

face draining of

against the shadow curling into knots inside of me,

then chuckled as the inconspicuous wooden door leading inside the wall opened and several men came out. “We’re trying to help you out, kid. You think we haven’t been in

and swung on Archer. I stepped out of the way, crossing my arms and glancing at the dozen or so men now walking in our direction, shaking

boy looked absolutely

reached out, grabbing the boy by the shoulder, then picked

mingled laughter and surprise rang out along the

us?” I ground out as a few familiar faces came into view. Abel’s departure after I’d been voted the leader had split our village and crew into pieces. Some of these men I’d trained with, some of them

all of them knew who