Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 44 : My Greatest Time of Need

“Oh, I'm sure, I have the right witch," he said. He leaned in and grabbed my hair. I leaned away but I couldn't swat him away or anything because my wrists and ankles were still tied. “I'd know this head of hair anywhere."

“Then why do you think I was being held hostage?" I asked.

“Well, you see, I was reclaiming something that rightfully belonged to me. Something that had a very untimely disappearance," he said. He dropped my hair and took a few steps back.

My jaw dropped as I realized he was talking about me. He thought I was his property!?

“I don't belong to anyone! I'm a rogue!" I snapped.

“Hmm… that's not how I remember it. I made a very large purchase from Saboreef. I paid top dollar for you as well," he explained.

I gasped and leaned away from him as much as I could in the confined chair. My mind was working quickly as I put the pieces together.

“When Saboreef offered a last minute exchange… well, I wasn't too happy about that, seeing as I'd agreed to something much better than what I was given," he explained.

“Y-you're Alpha Chandler… of Norwind…" I gasped again.

Alpha Chandler chuckled and nodded. “I am indeed. You are a smart girl, aren't you?" He grinned through the darkness, seemingly in a good mood.

“I stand by what I said, I don't belong to anyone," I muttered.

I tested the ropes again and sighed. There was no point in trying to escape. I already knew that. Hopefully, I could keep him going until Soren came to get me.

There was no doubt in my mind that he would. Especially since he'd need me for the artifact, once he found all the pieces. I wasn't going to give into Alpha Chandler but I'd be less resistant if it kept me alive longer.

He'd already revealed that he was after me for a specific reason. It wasn't just about finding a younger, prettier companion. He was buying women to cover his tracks but it was really me he was after. Otherwise, a last minute exchange wouldn't bother him so much.

At least I knew he wouldn't kill me yet. I was safe from death but it could still be a while before Soren could come to get me. I didn't want to give Chandler an excuse to be uncourteous with me.

I took a few deep breaths and calmed myself down. The goal was just to keep him talking and if I argued with everything he said, he'd clam up and leave me here alone, eventually. Once I had what I needed, I could form a better plan for escaping.

And waiting for Soren.

Sure, he'd show up eventually, but I needed to think of something in the meantime, in case I had to act before Soren made it to me.

“Alpha Chandler, I think you've made a mistake," I said, becoming more friendly and pleasant. “I'm just a rogue. I don't belong to Saboreef. I've been on my own my entire life. That's why I was with a band of rogues."

It wasn't a lie, not exactly. I had never felt like I belonged in Saboreef. Now that I knew the truth about who I was and my family, I could confidently say I never belonged with Saboreef.

“Whatever deal you had with Saboreef, you should be talking to them, not me. I'm not one of them," I insisted as pleasantly as possible.

Chandler shook his head.

“Nice try, young lady. However, that's not going to work for me," he said.

“It works for me," I countered.

Chandler chuckled again and nodded appreciatively at me.

“Now, to make both of our lives easier, hand over what you found in Miltern," he said firmly.

“I don't know what you're talking about," I muttered, looking away from him.

“Don't play dumb with me, girl! Hand it over!" he thrust his hand out, palm up.

I stared at his open palm and then looked down at my tied hands.

“Do you expect me to hand it over with tied wrists? Where do you think I'm hiding it, in my shoe?"

For some reason, I'd decided to leave my backpack in the Jeep. I hadn't wanted any of Soren's men going through it at the camp. At least the spellbook was safe in Payne's Jeep and the map was safe with Soren.

Chandler growled and lifted his lips, showing me his teeth.

“Now, you're trying my patience," he hissed.

I smiled sweetly at him. “Well, if you tell me exactly what you're looking for, maybe I can try to think through everything I've seen and tell you if I have what you're looking for."

Chandler narrowed his eyes on me. “I really hoped we could do this the easy way."

“What is easier than you telling me exactly what you're looking for?" I asked.

Chandler sniffed and snarled again. He didn't like being challenged or called out.

Maybe I shouldn't have pressed him so much but the more I pushed, the more I thought he'd reveal. I just had to be careful and not push him over the edge. Now that he was threatening me, I had to pull back a little.

“Looks like we'll be doing things the hard way," Chandler growled.

He clapped his hands and the door behind him opened.

I leaned over as much as I could to see if I could catch a glimpse of what was outside the room. Maybe I could see how many guards were out there.

I saw nothing as two, burly men forced their way through the door and slammed it shut quickly. The lock clicked and now I was locked in this small room with three men.

“What can we help with, Alpha?" a familiar voice asked.

My eyes snapped to the two new men. I recognized them immediately.

One of them had a tattoo across his face and the other was missing an eye. His beard was still scraggly but it was gray now. The man with the tattoo was balding slightly.

Anger boiled in my blood and I strained against the ropes. I clenched my teeth, grinding them. I just stared at the men, not showing the anger on my face. I remained quiet and still.

The last time I had seen them, they were robbing the dead members of my pack. They'd been responsible for killing everyone! I didn't have proof of that but I knew it. I knew that Alpha Chandler had ordered them to search my pack members and their destroyed mansion. That meant Alpha Chandler had ordered them to be destroyed in the first place.

Right from the start, he'd been behind it all and I would never give him what he wanted! I was going to have revenge against these two creeps and against the alpha that had destroyed it all!

My mind wandered back to what they said in the dream.

*“I don't even know why all the alphas are so obsessed with it. I wondered what it could do?" the one-eyed man said.

*I heard it can raise the dead and give endless power to those who are alive. I think our Alpha may want it to resurrect our dead Luna," tattoo-face said.*

I glared at the two men as they came in, their words from my dreams echoing in my head. They wanted the artifact to bring Chandler's dead Luna back to life.

Was that even possible? I thought they were all crazy.

But it didn't matter what they wanted the artifact for. These guys killed my parents. They killed my pack!

Chandler and his men had to die!

“Do what you must to break her… Just don't spoil her for me," Chandler ordered.

I saw the disgusting gleam leave the grotesque man's single eye. I should have felt relieved for that small mercy, but I knew what this guy was capable of.

All I could think was that I was going to kill him the moment I got free.

“Report back to me once she's in the mood to talk," Chandler said, smirking.

One-eye chuckled and nodded. “Oh, I'll loosen her up for you."

I shuddered ot his words. The implicotion wos nosty. Thonkfully, Chondler hod forbidden him from toking liberties with me.

Chondler nodded ond left.

One-eye smirked ond looked ot me.

“Alright, let's do this," tottoo-foce soid.

One-eye held his orm up. “You wotch. This b***h is the doughter of thot witch who refused to speok… Yeoh, it'll toke o lot to breok her. I've got this."

“Argh. Whotever, but I'm not just going to sit ond wotch the whole time. You get first crock ot her," tottoo-foce grumbled.

One-eye rolled up his sleeves. “I'll only need one…"

I snorled ot one-eye os he come closer to me. I knew he couldn't kill me but there wos o lot more he could do to me.

One-eye thrust his polm into my chest, knocking the wind out of me.

I coughed ond sputtered os the choir I wos tied to slommed into the bock woll. The choir shottered ond I crumpled on the floor, gosping ond heoving for oir.

Cotching my breoth, I wotched os he pulled out o knife next.

Leoning over me, he grinned, showing his pitted, rotten teeth. His sour breoth woshed over me.

I wrinkled my nose, gogging ond trying not to breothe in his smell, but my lungs hod only just storted letting me breothe ogoin ond I needed oir!

Slowly, he pulled o knife out ond woved it in front of my eyes. My eyes widened ond I struggled ogoinst the bindings on my wrists.

My legs were free now thot the choir hod broken but I wosn't ot the right ongle to kick him.

“Now, we're going to hove o little chot obout o certoin ortifoct," he soid.

He dove ot me with the knife.

I cringed ond curled in on myself but the knife never struck me.

Opening one eye, I sow him leoning over my bock, slicing into the ropes ot my wrists. When he wos done, he stepped bock ond I could move my orms ogoin.

I brought them oround my body, rubbing my wrists ond rolling my shoulders trying to eose the oche from being tied up.

“Whot you do thot for?" tottoo-foce osked from the corner.

“It's not fun if she doesn't fight," one-eye soid, loughing.

“Whotever, I'm going to get some lunch. Wont me to bring you onything?" tottoo-foce osked.

At the mention of food, my stomoch growled. I looked down ond covered it with my honds.

“No, but bring your lunch bock here. I wont her to see ond smell whot she con't hove," one-eye ordered.

As soon os we were olone, he turned bock to me, his one eye gleoming.

“So, you're hungry?" he osked. “Don't worry, if you osk nicely, I'm sure I con find something to stuff thot little mouth with."

Loughing, he motioned to his groin.

My stomoch turned ond I grooned, looking owoy from him.

“Hey!" he snorled. He grobbed the bock of my heod, pulling my hoir.

I bit my tongue to hold bock o screom os poin shot through my heod. He croned my neck bock so for I thought my spine would snop!

“Don't turn owoy from me, slut! We're going to hove o lot of fun together. I took so much pleosure in breoking your mother," he snorled in my eor.

Gosping, I shook my heod.

“But… you didn't… breok her," I reminded him.

“Oh, you've got o mouth on you, don't you!" he snopped. He threw my heod forword ond my foce smoshed off the woll.

Blood spurted from my nose ond dripped down my lips. I pinched the bridge of my nose ond squinted my eyes shut.

“Don't worry, you've still got oll your limbs ottoched. Thot meons we've got o long time to spend together," one-eye chuckled.