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.

rogue curls that were now sticking

my back pressed against a wall, holding my breath as Archer and Brandt

me, or at least they didn’t act like they’d noticed my

my defense, this house was

staircase leading down

built directly in the center of what must have once been a wide, open

found myself hiding in the shadow of an awkward, off-kilter commer, hugging a basket

would tease me relentlessly for being lost

of course, at

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

death grip on

of lugging it through the house, searching for a room

earthly idea who Silas was, or if he even existed.I’d probably have better luck leaving the basket

up here?” came a

laundry maid, was standing looking somewhat

pushing off the wall and hurrying toward her as she peered passed me to the door into which Jared had

unless you’re delivering Jared’s

no idea who

hip in a practiced

red hair.But she was quiet, shy, and a strict follower of the rules.I hadn’t been able to get much information out

in his quarters,” she continued, leading me

us touching

things?” I asked,

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

could’ve picked up his laundry himself! “So,

later, toying with a shirt laid

back to me,

“What is his deal?”

“His deal?”

he doesn’t like being

one, I guess.I’ve

She was

is the Alpha in

had an Alpha,

Aeris.

crossing my legs and picking up a needle and thread as

Aeris is the Alpha of-” I began

“Oh, there you are,”

bustled through the doorway, her

front of me,

Jared’s room for me dear, will

my stool, nodding my agreement to Miriam, who

girl.I do hope Scarlett is being nice to you.She can

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

brows at Scarlett as I grabbed the

least two hours had passed since I’d run into

crew of bandits liked to drink at the village

be with them, of

hallway, and the one he came out of was

in delivering at least one basket of laundry

pushed the door open without any resistance, and had to suck in my breath out

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