Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder
Chapter 794
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 my
how I found myself with my back pressed against a wall, holding my breath as Archer and Brandt
seen me, or at least they didn’t
my defense, this house was a
was or how to get back to the staircase leading down into the depths
have once been a wide, open foyer, an afterthought it seemed, to cram as many rooms as possible into
in the shadow of an
likely that Archer would tease me relentlessly
of course, at least
and I watched with bated breath as he slowly turned back
heavily and released my death grip on the
with the effort of lugging it through the house, searching
luck leaving the basket in the
up here?” came a whisper from
fellow laundry maid, was standing looking somewhat
the wall and hurrying toward her as she peered passed me to the
up here unless you’re delivering Jared’s laundry, not
idea who
in a practiced fashion as she motioned
quiet, shy, and a strict follower of the rules.I hadn’t been able to get
in his quarters,” she continued, leading me through a door
doesn’t like us touching his
I asked,
noise in her throat that told me she hadn’t gotten close enough to know for herself.She set the basket in front of a narrow door, then turned the
could’ve picked up
toying with a shirt laid out over
to me, her
“What is his deal?”
“His deal?”
being called an
I
was giving me
the Alpha in this territory,
course.The settlement of Newcrest had an
Aeris.
a needle and thread as Scarlett eyed me, blinking
is the Alpha
“Oh, there you are,”
she bustled through the doorway,
placed another basket of laundry in front of
to Jared’s room for me dear,
rising from my stool, nodding my agreement to Miriam, who
do hope Scarlett is being nice to you.She
pink on the cheeks, her eyes slowly going back to her lap where
as I grabbed the basket
passed since I’d run into Jared and his
bandits liked to drink at the village tavern
with them,
four doors in that hallway, and the one he came out of was
way, I was likely to be successful in
without any resistance, and had to suck in
basket as I looked around and walked blindly toward a couch, dropping the basket there instead
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