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.

be expecting us. I’m sure he knows we’re here now,” I

shaking out his coat. Brandt gave me a careful eye, then undressed, his eyes downcast as

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 to

part, uncontrollable. He was only half wolf, the other half

picking up my backpack between my

my head to motion for them to fall in line in

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

fallen

***

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 to dusk

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

then they fanned out around

we doing this with fists or teeth?’ Archer asked through the

on cue, the scouts backed up, disappearing into the grass. I saw figures moving along the top of the wall, faint voices carrying in the wind as they alerted each other

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

men, Archer. Shift, now,” I said, flexing my jaw as I started forward. I kept my eyes on the men now running

the front door like

more than eighteen as he hurried through the grass. He was a kid, really, tall and gangly, having not yet filled out

aside. I

“Y-you’re not welcome!”

sharply, fixing him

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

tested,” I said as the

gleaming in the

us do you

“N-none–”

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

the boy said, his face draining of color

fought against the shadow curling into knots

trying to help you out, kid. You think we haven’t been in the same position as you, led out to fight some enemy under the careful gaze of our elders? They’re placing bets on you, how many hits you can land. How long

at the dozen or so

jaw. The boy looked absolutely shocked as

back down after the first hit–” He reached out, grabbing the boy by the shoulder, then picked him up and threw him a great distance

of mingled laughter and surprise rang out along the

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

them knew who I