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.

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 on my way to deliver the laundry

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

me, or at least they didn’t act like

defense, this house

staircase leading down into the depths

directly in the center of what must have once been a wide, open foyer, an afterthought it seemed,

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

Archer would tease me relentlessly

was harmless, of course, at least I

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

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

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

he even existed.I’d probably have better luck leaving the basket in the middle of

doing up here?” came a whisper from

was standing looking somewhat shocked

shrugged, pushing off the wall and hurrying toward her as she peered passed me to the

here unless

no idea who Silas

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

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

maids in his quarters,” she continued, leading me through a door

us

things?” I asked, becoming

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 corner into

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

a while later, toying with a shirt laid out

with her back to me, her hands back to her ceaseless

“What is his deal?”

“His deal?”

doesn’t like being called an

I guess.I’ve

She was giving me

the Alpha in

south, of course.The settlement of Newcrest had an Alpha, but I

Aeris.

needle and thread as Scarlett eyed me, blinking

Aeris is the Alpha

“Oh, there you are,”

chirped as she bustled through the doorway, her brow

of laundry in front of me, this one

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

my stool, nodding my

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

the cheeks, her eyes slowly going

the basket and

since I’d run into Jared and his shadows, Archer

the crew of bandits liked to drink at the village tavern in the late evenings,

be with

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

to be successful in delivering at least one basket of laundry

any resistance, and had to suck

blindly toward