Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 845

Chapter 56 : Unlikely Allies

*Eliza*

The building must have been used as some kind of common space for the people of Abe’s village. It was a wide, open space with several long tables able to seat dozens of people as well as bookshelves lining the walls. There was a single hallway leading away from the common area, and one of the doors was ajar. Light spilled into the darkened hallway as I held Scarlett’s hand and led her forward.

I could feel her hesitation. The air around us was thick and electric. One glance at her face and I knew she was likely going to faint when we reached the room, especially now that childlike laughter was filling the air around us.

The voices of women cut through the chatter as we approached the door. Scarlett paused, digging in her heels.

“I can’t,” she squeaked, looking up at me with wide eyes and a flushed face. “I can’t!”

“Why? He’s your son—”

“He has no idea who I am. He wouldn’t have been told anything about me, Liza. I was never considered his mother. I was just a vessel—”

I grabbed her by the shoulders. “Stop it, Scarlett. Look at me! Look at me right now.”

She sheepishly held my gaze, tears welling in her eyes.

“He’s probably terrified. His father was just killed, and he was taken by strangers to this place. Now I’m here to take him. I’m just another stranger taking him to another strange place—”

“You’re taking your son home, Scarlett,” I said with force, wiping a tear from her cheek. “He needs you. He’s always needed you. He should have never been taken from you to begin with. I don’t care if that’s how things are done here,” I ground out, tears welling in my own eyes as she began to crumble in my arms. “It shouldn’t have happened. It shouldn’t have happened to you and I am sorry. I am so sorry—”

“Are you here to see the boy?” came a light, feminine voice down the hallway.

We both turned our heads at the same time, finding a woman standing a few yards away from us. She gave us both a sympathetic smile, her eyes creasing as she beckoned us over.

“Abel said you looked just like the boy. Look at you,” she took Scarlett’s trembling hand as she came within reaching distance, her fingers closing around Scarlett’s. “Oh, my dear. There is no doubt this child is yours.”

The woman must have sensed the emotional turmoil Scarlett was experiencing. I reluctantly let go of Scarlett, watching as they turned into the mysterious room. The sound of laughter rang through the air, followed by the clanging of toys and little footsteps darting around. There was more than one child in the room… there had to be.

And I was right, I realized, as I crossed the threshold of the doorway and stepped into the light of a large room decorated with all of the colors of the rainbow. At least a dozen children, most under the age of five, zigzagged around the room in a chaotic fashion while four women tended to them.

Scarlett was standing in the center of the room with the kind woman’s hand pressed lightly against her lower back. The woman was speaking softly to Scarlett, her eyes fixed on Scarlett’s face.

But Scarlett was rigid as a statue, her back to me, her eyes focused on a small boy with a gleaming mop of cherry red hair who was playing with blocks in the corner of the room.

My heart was in my throat.

look exactly

wiping away the tears. Someone touched my elbow and I turned around, finding Abe standing beside me, dabbing at a split lip. One of his eyes was red, the skin around it puffy and turning a hellish

I are going to be friends again,” he said sarcastically, meeting my eyes. Then he threw his head back in a chuckle, wincing a bit as

her son and had momentarily forgotten that Jared and his besties

he grimaced, shrugging painfully. “I deserved it for saying I took you to bed. I don’t know why

aren’t you? You just wanted to get a rise out

heels. A little girl ran up to him with a jar full of marbles. He c****d a brow at her, popping the jar open and handing it back. She scurried off, giggling. “I can’t tell you why because I honestly don’t know. There’s just something about Jared that makes me want to

exactly what he

turned twenty-one, you know. It was never a secret that he was a Dark

of marbles pinging off the shallow carpet echoed through

in trouble for this,” he breathed, giving one of the women a boyish smile in apology as she scowled in our direction. “Walk with

hands helping him build a tower. Her face was pale, her mouth stretched in a thin line. But her eyes

and nodded at Abe,

warming up to me. I

I asked as we left the

slowly made our way down the hallway. “But I’m just another mercenary, another bandit… maybe even a rogue, but not the soulless kind, mind you.” He wagged a finger at me and then motioned for me to sit across from him at one of the long tables in the

does Jared hate you so much? I don’t believe for

hand over his face, highlighting his injuries. “I mean, look at me. Jared could

I bit back

really starting to… like Jared’s arch nemesis?

your question,” he sighed, flexing his hands over his knees, “it’s because I am charming

to the side, narrowing my eyes

by charming him with my words. Jared likes the chase, the hunt, the violent end. He didn’t used to be like that, though. I didn’t

stunning realization prickled through my body as Abe continued, his

I knew being our leader meant he’d stop looking for a solution for his own problem. I realized I’d lost him, and I left because I couldn’t bear to see him suffer a fate worse than death. I felt responsible in a way… I tried to talk some sense into

like arguing with a

his eyes

maybe I could take the title of leader away from him by force. He nearly killed me. I licked my wounds and

him… every

now you’re in the picture,” he said, clicking his tongue. “Interesting indeed. Now what are you going

going to break the curse,”

“I believe you.”

the feeling blossoming in my chest. Abe had said those words and meant it, I could see

could convince

room,” Abe said, his tone dropping an octave as he changed the subject. “That’s my real work, Eliza. All of them are the

“Really?”

His typically upbeat and boyish mask shifted into one of dismay and maybe even violence as he

It was never about a ransom. The packs never