Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 75: A Long Torturous Night

"Well, the contortionist is safe but we have another problem,” Nelson said, coming back into his office.

I stopped glaring at Tallis and turned my attention back to Nelson. He stood beside his desk, tapping his finger on a stack of papers.

"What's wrong?" Tallis demanded gruffly.

"There's been a landslide, not too far from here. Only about a mile away," he said somberly.

“A landslide? Is anyone hurt?” I asked, perking up.

"It happened late at night when no one was around. It does cover the road we were going to take to our next location, but no one was injured," Nelson assured with a nod.

I sighed and relaxed into the chair. The landslide must have been on my pack territory. They weren't common, but I remembered one from my childhood that hurt a lot of people.

I was relieved to learn that it hadn't caused a lot of casualties this time.

"The road isn't a well traveled road, but It will be a while before they clear it, so we will be stuck here until it is cleared," he explained, "Anyway, we aren't planning to leave until the ceremony ends. So hopefully by then, the roads are cleared."

Tallis nodded in understanding. I couldn't tell whether he was upset about the news or not. For some reason, I was a bit happy.

"Now, because space is tight, your little friend is going to have to bunk with you, Tallis," Nelson said, winking at me again and swiftly changing the subject.

"What? No. That is unacceptable," Tallis argued, shaking his head. His brow creased deeply.

"You know how it is. The two of us are the only ones with actual rooms. The rest of the performers share a tent out on the lawn," Nelson said, arching an eyebrow at Tallis.

He grumbled and shook his head. Clearly he didn't like that idea either.

"If that doesn't appeal to you either, he can always stay with me," Nelson suggested, smirking at his brother.

Tallis snorted and glared at the floor..

It was a bit odd to have Nelson refer to me as 'he.' I needed to get used to it now that I was in disguise. Normally, when I was in disguise, I tried to avoid interacting with anyone. It had been to prevent people from recognizing me, not for me to role play long-term.

"Those are all our options," Nelson shrugged.

with me," he ground out through gritted

over at Nelson who smirked again and winked at me. My jaw loosened as I realized he'd planned that whole setup. He really wanted me to spend the night in

even want to know

thought of him, but his brother was meddling with his love life now, and things could get very sticky and complicated. Maybe I was better off staying at the pack and putting

bed and I'm going to assume

back popping. Tallis was still standing there, looking grumpy. He might not have been tired, but I was

yawned, heavily hinting that I was

said forcefully, motioning for me to

thick, velvety curtains. It was a cramped room with just one twin sized bed, which hardly

and sat on the edge of

in his pockets, his head turned toward the curtain door. Being inside a tent, there weren't any real doors or windows anywhere. It was

miserable about having me bunk with

should rest," he told

me. I

got up and sat down

probably too much to expect him to be a gentleman and actually offer the bed to me. He didn't seem like the selfless type. When he didn't say anything at all, it was hard to tell what he was thinking or what he

mattered. For the first time in days, I actually felt as long as he was here, there wasn't anything I

my body relaxed, my eyes

*Theo

out. Glancing at her, I saw her chest rising and falling evenly. Her eyelids rippled as underneath, her eyes shifted back and forth. She must have been dreaming

I was Tallis,

back stretching her legs out on the ground. She looked peaceful but I knew she'd have a sore back in the

side again, Ciana hugged her knees to her chest and shivered in the

around. Could I really

scooped her up and brought her over to that tiny, sorry excuse for

something in her sleep and

lips, but I fought it

shirt as I lowered her onto the bed.

pull back once I was sure the thin, springy mattress was supporting her. On second thought, that horrible mattress was probably less comfortable than the

on my shirt. I wasn't balanced and I

she had her arms and legs locked around me like a boa constrictor. Clearly, she'd

get away from her without waking her. Seeing as I was supposed to be a stranger, if she woke up and

warmth of her body pressed against me and her fingers clung desperately to my shirt. Despite myself, the heavy organ between my legs stiffened and pressed against her

was going to be

dreamt. My pants tightened and my desire ached for release. It should have been driving me crazy but I found I was addicted to being close to her,

matter how I tried, my body wouldn't