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.

were now sticking straight up due to the humidity in

against a wall, holding my breath as

seen me, or at least they

defense, this

no idea where I was or how to get back to the staircase leading down into the depths of the house where the laundry,

open foyer, an afterthought it seemed, to cram as many rooms as possible into the sprawling

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

Archer would tease me relentlessly for being lost rather than

course, at least I thought

bated breath as he slowly turned back into the room that he’d just come out of, closing the door firmly behind

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

effort of lugging it through the house, searching for a room

was, or if he even existed.I’d probably have better luck leaving

up here?” came

standing looking somewhat shocked and pale

her as she peered passed me

up here unless you’re delivering Jared’s

no idea

her hip in a practiced fashion as she motioned me to follow her

aptly named with her thick, dark red hair.But she was quiet, shy, and a strict

she continued, leading

us

things?” I asked, becoming

grunting 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

could’ve picked up his laundry himself!

began a while later, toying with a shirt laid out over our

her back to me, her hands

“What is his deal?”

“His deal?”

doesn’t like being called an Alpha.Why is

I

was giving me

the Alpha in

the south, of course.The settlement of Newcrest had an Alpha, but I think he’s dead.And to the east is, well, it’s just

Aeris.

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

Aeris is the Alpha of-” I began

“Oh, there you are,”

chirped as she bustled through the doorway, her brow glistening with

of laundry in front of me, this one looking much heavier than the

this up to Jared’s room for me dear, will

exchanged a look with Scarlett before rising from my stool,

do hope Scarlett is being nice to you.She can be a little shy, unless Archer

her eyes slowly

the

two hours had passed since I’d run into Jared and his shadows, Archer and

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

be with them,

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

I was likely to be successful in delivering at least one basket

door open without any resistance, and

looked around and walked blindly toward a couch, dropping the