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.

clicked her tongue, shook her head, and did her best to pat down my rogue curls that were now sticking straight up due to the humidity in the room before sending me

my back pressed against a wall, holding my breath

least they didn’t act like they’d noticed

defense, this house was

no idea where I was or how to get back to the staircase leading down into

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

hiding in the shadow of an

Archer would tease

harmless, of course, at least

bated breath as he slowly turned back into the room that

and released my death grip on the basket, letting it rest against my

lugging it through the house, searching for a room belonging

better luck leaving

doing up here?” came a

roommate and fellow laundry maid, was standing looking somewhat shocked and pale

as she peered

can’t be up here unless you’re delivering Jared’s

no idea

basket.She sighed, balancing the basket on her hip in a practiced fashion as she motioned me to

aptly named with her thick, dark red hair.But she was quiet, shy, and a strict follower of the rules.I

quarters,” she continued, leading me

us touching his

things?” I asked, becoming

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

close, he could’ve picked up his laundry

later, toying with a shirt laid out

sitting down with her back to me,

“What is his deal?”

“His deal?”

being called an Alpha.Why is

he’s not one, I guess.I’ve

was giving

the Alpha

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

Aeris.

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

Aeris is the Alpha of-” I

“Oh, there you are,”

chirped as she bustled through the doorway, her brow glistening

in front of

to Jared’s room for me dear,

my

being nice to you.She can be a little shy,

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

grabbed the

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

liked to drink at the village tavern in

would be with them, of

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

be successful in delivering

any resistance, and had to

basket as I looked around and walked blindly toward a couch,