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.

now sticking straight up due to the

how I found myself with my back pressed against a

at least they didn’t act

this house was

get back to the staircase leading down into the depths of the house where the laundry,

once been a wide, open foyer, an afterthought it seemed, to cram as many rooms as possible

an awkward, off-kilter commer, hugging a basket of

that Archer would tease me relentlessly for being lost

was harmless, of course, at

as he slowly turned back into the room that he’d

on the basket, letting it rest

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

was, or if he even existed.I’d probably have better luck leaving the basket in the middle of a corridor and letting whoever walked by claim it for

you doing up here?” came a

my roommate and fellow laundry maid, was standing looking somewhat shocked and pale only a few yards

hurrying toward her as she peered passed me

up here unless

no idea who Silas

the basket.She sighed, balancing the basket on her hip in a practiced fashion as

aptly named with her thick, dark red hair.But she was quiet, shy, and a strict follower of the rules.I hadn’t been able

continued, leading me through a

doesn’t like us touching

things?” I asked,

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

close, he could’ve picked up his

while later, toying with a shirt

her back to me, her hands back to her

“What is his deal?”

“His deal?”

being called an Alpha.Why

he’s not one, I guess.I’ve

She was giving

Alpha

of.There’s Aeris to the south, of course.The settlement of Newcrest had

Aeris.

as Scarlett eyed me, blinking

the Alpha of-”

“Oh, there you are,”

through the doorway,

front of me, this one looking much heavier

Jared’s room

rising from my stool, nodding my agreement to Miriam, who beamed at

do hope Scarlett is being nice to you.She can be a little

winked at Scarlett, who had gone pink on the cheeks, her eyes

the basket and

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

bandits liked to drink at the village tavern in the late evenings, so I

would be with them, of

in that hallway, and the

way, I was likely to be successful in delivering at least one

and had to suck in my breath

dropped the basket as I looked around and walked blindly toward a couch, dropping the basket there