Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 848

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.

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

and shaking out his coat. Brandt gave me a careful eye, then undressed, his eyes downcast as he tucked his knife belt in his

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

most part, uncontrollable. He was

picking up my

tilting my head to motion for them to fall

was on her toes, using that big head of hers to think

fallen for

***

in a humid breeze. The wall around Abel’s village

been followed by Abel’s scouts since morning, waking up to them creeping through the trees as we roused ourselves from shallow sleep. They made no

the Northern Mountains, then they fanned out around us, forming a barrier between us and the wall to the fortress where my mate

with fists or

the grass. I saw figures moving along the

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

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

front door like the old

man of no more than eighteen as he hurried through the grass. He was a kid, really, tall and gangly, having not yet filled out his new-found height. I paused midstep, tilting my head at him as I loosened my shoulders

aside. I have business with your

“Y-you’re not welcome!”

said sharply, fixing him with

visibly swallowed, turning his gaze slowly back toward the wall, where several of the men were

I said as the boy

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

do you

“N-none–”

masters and hardened by the same Dark Forest that separates our villages. Choose me, and I’ll rough you up with only my fists. Choose this guy–” Archer

said, his face draining of color as

against the shadow curling into knots inside

Archer said flatly, 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 the same position

boy stepped forward and swung on Archer. I stepped out of the way, crossing my arms and glancing at the dozen or

cleanly in the jaw. The boy looked absolutely shocked as he

“Never back down after the first hit–” He reached out, grabbing the boy by the shoulder,

of mingled laughter and surprise rang out along the wall, but I was focusing

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

them knew who I