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.

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

his clothes into his bag before shifting and shaking out his coat. Brandt gave me a careful eye, then undressed, his

near silent as he crept through the woods. He was too striking to be a spy, not with his scar, deep-set silver eyes, and raven black hair that fell down his back, nearly touching his waist. But he was the best f*****g warrior I’d ever witnessed, and he’d chosen

most part, uncontrollable. He was only

picking up my backpack between

down the mindlink, tilting my head to

on her toes, using that big head of hers

fallen for it

***

The wall around Abel’s village shone in

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

the sweeping plains at the base of the Northern Mountains, then they fanned out around us, forming a barrier between us and

we doing this with fists or teeth?’

grass. I saw figures moving along the top of the wall, faint voices carrying in the wind as

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

now,” I said, flexing my jaw as I started forward. I kept my eyes on the men now running along the top of the wall, some of them pausing to look down at us

on the front door like the old friend that I

really, tall and gangly, having not yet filled out his new-found height. I paused midstep, tilting my head

Move aside. I have business with

“Y-you’re not welcome!”

wasn’t asking,” I said sharply, fixing him with a

turning his gaze slowly back toward the wall, where several of the men were now shouting at him

I said as the boy turned back to

muscled physique gleaming in the

of us do you want to

“N-none–”

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

said, his face draining of color as he

curling into knots inside of me, begging

you out, kid. You think we haven’t been in the same position as you, led out to fight some enemy

glancing at

boy

out, grabbing the boy by the shoulder, then picked him up and threw him a great distance into

the wall, but

ground out as a few familiar faces came into view. Abel’s departure after I’d been voted

all of them