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."

do this," I teased, and she swatted me playfully. “What am I

to follow her into her room, which was a few doors down from the room

at my door, noticing it

“And… a sweater. Oh, leg warmers, of course. It's going

trying not to drop the towel

in the 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

go get Scarlett," she said with a mischievous

was already walking out of the room and across the hall. I rushed after her, not wanting to push Scarlett into joining us in the

Giselle said as I followed her through the

bed, a book open on her lap. She blinked up at us, furrowing her

don't have to come–" I said quickly, but Giselle nudged

skipped the

replied, shrugging a shoulder and tapping her dainty fingers against the cover of her

is going to be there," Giselle coaxed. “Don't you want

is he going?" I asked, but Giselle was solely focused on rousing

whatever schemes you're planning tonight," Scarlett replied sharply, narrowing her eyes

ever heard Scarlett say, and I was shocked she'd actually agreed to come out to the village with us with so little prodding. Giselle and I stepped out of the

by the fire so your hair dries," Giselle murmured as she reached up and tried to adjust the

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

several warming fires. We passed tables lined with food and drink on our way to one of the fires, and lively string

spinning a reluctant Scarlett in a

the attention, and I saved her by telling Giselle to fetch

said softly, adjusting

and Scarlett gave

and loose with drink. I scanned the crowd and saw Jared standing 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

me, then turned back

brow, crossing my arms

at me?" I

said,

Giselle sang, turning in a circle with an entire glass

teased as she handed me the jug. I took a small sip,

passed the jug to Scarlett. She gingerly took it from

who appeared out of nowhere, grabbing Giselle around the

but Scarlett and I jumped, startled by his abrupt appearance in our tight circle. I didn't realize I'd gripped Scarlett's arm and pulled her closer to me until she nearly dropped the wine and I had to catch it before

the young man purred into Giselle's ear. “It's my party, and dancing with you

play with the other pups, Tommy. I'll dance with you when you're a wolf, not a boy,"

at the intimacy of the kiss, and with absolutely no regard to Scarlett and me standing right there,

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 on Scarlett

his ear. Scarlett took the jug of wine from my hands and took a

asked, taking the wine

shook her head, struggling to swallow the wine. “No, he