Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 794

Chapter 5 : What Are You Doing in Here?

“Eliza* It was my third full day at the grand estate of Jared, otherwise known as “His Royal Highness the King of Murderous Criminals,” who now employed me as a laundry maid.

I thought that title fit him perfectly, and felt rather clever for coming up with it.

I was used to being around men with chips on their shoulders, like the pompous, arrogant assholes who thought their presence at even the most insignificant archeological dig site was a divine gift from the Goddess herself.

Jared was a bit different, though.

Everyone here worshiped the ground that he walked on.

He wasn’t boastful, or rude.

But he was standoffish, cold, and looked at me like I was a disease threatening to spread among his people.

He was suspicious of me, sure.

But I was just as suspicious of him.

That man had secrets, dark ones.

And even though I should have been focusing on my imminent escape, I couldn’t help but lean into my undying curiosity about not only Jared, but his lands, and his house.

It was bizarre, really.

My first full day at his house had been spent on strict bed rest overseen by Miriam.

She was sure I’d knocked my brain right out of my skull, and she may have been right.

I definitely had a concussion, but the wound had healed nicely, and quickly, much to her surprise.

She kept me in bed regardless, feeding me warm, hearty meals and always making sure I had a hot cup of tea next to my bed as I let myself spiral into oblivion.

I’d been sure, at least during that first day, that I would be killed, or worse, by these people.

I thought I’d never see my family again, that all of my dreams would be unfulfilled, a life only half lived.

But on my second day, by then fully lucid, I began to shed that fear and the old Eliza sprung back to life, ready to be nosy, searching for answers to the mysteries that seemed to be lurking in every darkened corner of this odd house.

First, I was given clothes—an ankle-length gray homespun dress and a starched white apron.

Miriam tried in vain to tame my hair to no avail, eventually giving up after my curls ripped through the third ribbon she’d used to try to tie it ina neat bun.

The house seemed to lack electricity, had very little in terms of running water and other basic utilities, and was no doubt haunted by spirits only the earty gods could name.

I felt as though I’d been thrust back through time, and had half convinced myself of it before getting my hands on several newer-looking books with the publishing date stamped in fresh ink during a brief stint in the library.

Today was my first day in what Miriam called “the laundry.”

tt was a large, stone room on the lowest level of the house with two wide tubs of scalding water that we were meant to stir with wooden paddles to beat the clothes senseless before wringing them out and hanging them to dry.

It was hard work, really hard, and by midday, my arms were trembling with fatigue.

Then came the mending, which was my specialty, according to Jared.

I had absolutely no idea what I was doing, and the single shirt I’d spent nearly two hours sewing back together showed that clearly.

best to pat down my rogue curls that were now sticking straight up due to the humidity in the room before sending me on

back pressed against a wall, holding my breath as

at least they didn’t act like they’d noticed my

my defense, this house was

idea where I was or how to get back to the staircase leading down into the depths of the house where the laundry, kitchen, and communal rooms

directly in the center of what must have once been a wide, open foyer, an afterthought it seemed, to cram as many rooms as

in the shadow of an awkward, off-kilter commer, hugging a basket of laundry

it more likely that Archer would tease me

course, at least I

about, and I watched with bated breath as he slowly turned back into the room that he’d just come out

heavily and released my death grip on the basket,

lugging it through the house, searching for a room belonging to someone named

leaving the basket in the middle of a corridor and letting whoever walked by claim it

here?” came a

maid, was standing looking somewhat shocked and pale only a few yards

and hurrying toward her as she peered passed

be up here unless you’re delivering Jared’s laundry, not

idea who

sighed, balancing the basket on her hip in a practiced fashion as she motioned me to follow her back through

thick, dark red hair.But she was quiet, shy, and a strict follower

allow maids in his quarters,” she continued, leading

us touching

things?” I asked,

that told me she hadn’t gotten close enough to know for herself.She set the basket in front

so close, he could’ve picked up

later, toying with a shirt laid out over

to me, her hands

“What is his deal?”

“His deal?”

said he doesn’t like being called an Alpha.Why is

not one, I

She was giving

is the Alpha

that I know of.There’s Aeris to the south, of course.The settlement of Newcrest had an Alpha,

Aeris.

up a needle and thread as Scarlett eyed me, blinking at my attempts

Aeris is the Alpha

“Oh, there you are,”

the doorway, her

of laundry in front of

room for me dear, will

my stool, nodding my agreement

is being nice to you.She

at Scarlett, who had gone pink on the cheeks, her eyes slowly going back to her lap where

brows at Scarlett as I grabbed the basket and turned toward the

least two hours had passed since I’d run into Jared

bandits liked to drink at the village tavern in

would be with

knew there were at least four doors in that hallway, and the one he came out of was likely his bedroom,

successful in

door open without any resistance, and had to

walked blindly toward a couch,