Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 13 : They’re Mates?

*Eliza*

I'd spent the majority of the day in the garden off the kitchen, knee-deep in mud as I helped two other maids turn the soil to make room for a spring crop.

It was hard work, and messy too. But it was surprisingly therapeutic, and I found that the hours ticked by in relative peace. There was no laundry to be done today. Most of the household staff had the day off, save for the kitchen staff. There would be a huge party tonight for a young man who was turning twenty-one and coming into his wolf, and Miriam had made it clear that unless you were cooking, you had to be out of the house and enjoying yourself.

I did try to help in the kitchen. I'd met up with Giselle in the early morning to ask her about Scarlett, and whether she knew about her nightmares. After I found out the rumors behind Scarlett's situation, sitting around doing nothing all day was impossible. I needed to be busy to keep my mind off it.

It turned out I couldn't stand the heat, so to speak, in Miriam's exceedingly busy kitchen, which was in full swing in preparation for the party. Poor Giselle was up to her elbows in pie dough and Miriam was in a frantic mood, barking commands at everyone. I asked for a job, and she breathlessly told me to go out to the garden and find something to do, so I did.

And that's when I ran into Jared for the first time after I'd littered his clothing with cross-stitched flowers.

I was under the impression he'd react in one of two ways. He'd either be incredibly pissed, or he'd say nothing at all.

To my surprise, he'd been somewhat playful about the entire thing but made it clear that another one of his so-called punishments would follow, tonight.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to it, or at least the aftermath.

After soaking myself to the bones in the garden, I retreated to the washroom to bathe and ready myself for an evening of debauchery.

“They do get pretty rowdy," Giselle mused as she scrunched a thick conditioner into my hair. I sighed deeply as her nails dug into my scalp. It felt rather good. “But you'd better come back to the house by midnight."

“Why?"

“Because," she said, then she paused to dump a pitcher of warm water over my head. “Some of the younger men who aren't as experienced in their wolves tend to, well, go a little wild. Jared won't let them hurt anyone, but I've been chased through the village a time or two."

I swiveled in the bath to face her, giving her a shocked look.

“You've been chased?" I said, but she gave me a brilliant grin.

“I never said I didn't like it!"

I splashed her with water as the two of us fell into a fit of girlish giggles. It felt good to have another young woman to talk to.

“I'm going to set your curls, get up!"

“I honestly just let them dry however–"

“I know," she scolded as I rose from the bathtub and wrapped myself in a towel. “That's what's wrong with them." She patted the stool she'd been sitting on in front of a vanity and I obliged, letting her run a comb through my hair.

Another maid walked into the communal washroom, looking for a compact of blush. All of the women who worked in the house had shed their gray dresses and aprons, and I realized I had nothing else to wear, other than my nightgown.

Giselle started coiling my curls around her fingers, casting them in something that smelled like lavender and daffodil.

“My mother had hair just like yours," she smiled, stepping back to examine her work. “Once you're dressed, I'll have you sit in front of the fireplace so your hair dries faster."

playfully. “What am I supposed to wear to this

you worry." She motioned for me to follow her into her room, which was a few doors down from the room

door, noticing it

leg warmers, of course. It's going to be chilly when it gets dark. You have

balance the clothing she'd tossed at me while trying not to drop

storage room in the foyer. Come on, get dressed! I don't want to miss anything." Giselle was already dressed in an ankle-length skirt and sweater, her hair loose around her shoulders. She shrugged on a wool jacket as I

with a mischievous grin as she

walking out of the room and across the hall. I rushed after

I followed her through the threshold of the room

open on her lap. She blinked up

to come–" I said quickly, but Giselle nudged me in

the last

and tapping her dainty fingers against the cover

coaxed. “Don't you want to see him before he

but Giselle was solely focused

to keep me out of whatever schemes you're planning tonight," Scarlett replied

little prodding. Giselle and I stepped out of the room while Scarlett dressed, and soon

she reached up and tried to adjust

was cast in a deep golden glow as the sun began to set

had been lit in a wide circle around several warming fires. We passed tables lined with food and

cider?" Giselle beamed, spinning a reluctant

and I saved her by telling Giselle to fetch me a glass of wine, and she skipped

softly,

smiled, and Scarlett gave me a soft, shy

with Archer and a few other men I recognized from the group I'd traveled with through the woods when they'd taken me from the breeder auction. As if he could feel my gaze, Jared turned his head, meeting my eyes for

me, then

crossing my arms over my

wink at me?" I muttered

Scarlett said,

entire glass jug of wine clasped in her hands. “Don't tell Miriam

the

passed the jug to Scarlett. She gingerly

man who appeared out

and I jumped, startled by his abrupt appearance in our tight circle. I didn't realize I'd gripped Scarlett's

into Giselle's ear. “It's my party, and dancing with you is

dance with you when you're

blushing a bit at the intimacy of the kiss, and with absolutely no regard to Scarlett and me standing

crowd of dancers I caught Jared's eye again, his gaze fixed firmly on mine. His expression was slightly concerned, like he'd witnessed what had just happened and was checking in on me, and

his ear. Scarlett took

asked, taking

moment, then shook her head, struggling to