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 like

face, 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,

threw his head back in a chuckle, wincing

wobbly from emotion. I was still reeling from Scarlett’s reunion with her son and had momentarily forgotten

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

You just wanted to get a rise out of

course I did,” he said, rocking on his 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 push every button

shadow,” I replied, knowing exactly what

was a Dark King, or Lord, whatever they call it now. I was always fascinated by it but he never unleashed it,

marbles pinging off the shallow carpet echoed through

for this,” he breathed, giving one of the women a boyish smile in

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

out my breath and nodded at Abe, who offered

to

you, exactly?” I asked as we left

like to think of myself as an Alpha to these people,” he began as we 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

believe for a second it’s because you

back and crossing his legs. He waved a hand over his face, highlighting his injuries. “I mean, look at me. Jared could kill me with just his ice-cold glare of

nodding in understanding. Then I bit back that smile and narrowed

to… like Jared’s arch nemesis? Maybe

sighed, flexing his hands over his knees, “it’s because I am charming and devilishly handsome, and

the

smile to make even the most daring Alphas bend to my will. Had I been in Suncrest with you instead of Jared, I would have had Aeris eating out of my f*****g hands within an hour just 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 like the idea of Jared becoming the leader of our village because I thought it would be bad for him personally,

body as Abe continued,

was so… focused on ignoring the curse and carrying on like nothing was going to happen. I knew being our leader meant he’d stop looking for a solution for his own

like arguing with a brick

eyes to

He nearly killed me. I licked my wounds and

believed him…

the picture,” he said, clicking his tongue. “Interesting indeed.

the curse,”

“I believe you.”

my chest. Abe had said those words and meant it, I could see it.

I could convince

an octave as he changed the subject. “That’s my real work, Eliza. All of them are the sons and daughters of breeders. I find

“Really?”

mask shifted into one of dismay and maybe

found Scarlett eventually and reunited her with her son. It was never about a ransom. The packs never pay the ransoms, anyway.