Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 812

Chapter 23 : A Dance With Jared

Jared extended his hand to me, beckoning me forward. I glanced over my shoulder at Aeris, who was looking smug and suspicious as he leaned against the railing of the terrace overlooking the city of Suncrest. Night was falling, and the city lights sent an amber haze rippling over the horizon.

It would have been beautiful had that orange-eyed creep not been standing right in front of my view.

“Eliza," Jared repeated more sternly.

I fixed Aeris with a steely glare and took Jared's hand. Aeris raised his brows at me but looked nothing but amused.

Jared placed my hand in the crook of his arm as we walked back into the ballroom, leaning down to hiss, “Don't egg him on."

“He knows," I said, looking up into his eyes.

Jared looked down at me, nostrils flaring. “What did you say?"

“I didn't say anything! He said it was–it was my hair. It was my hair that gave it away. Someone in his circle must have recognized me from the auction."

Jared cursed under his breath and broke from my gaze to look around the ballroom. Warriors were posted along the walls, watching the proceedings. Jared eyed them all, then found Archer and Brandt in the crowd.

“We're getting out of here tonight," he said, leading me through the crowd again.

“But he hasn't given you the scroll yet–"

“I don't care about the scroll."

“Of course you do! That's why you're here, and why you brought me here. You need it. I'll be fine–"

“He will stop at nothing to lay claim to what he believes is his," Jared seethed in my ear. I closed my eyes as a ripple of heat rushed through my body as his breath tickled my neck. “I won't let anyone else have you."

Anyone else?

Jared straightened up, catching Brandt's eye in the crowd. He nodded once, his pointer finger brushing against the tip of his nose. Brandt made another quick motion with his hand in response and disappeared into the crowd.

“What was that all about?" I asked, but Jared moved us deeper into the fray.

We arrived at the edge of the dancefloor where a dance was already in full swing. It was a group dance, the couples weaving in and out of each other and then twirling with their partners.

“We'll catch the next dance," Jared said absently, his eyes still scanning the room.

he wasn't going to tell me what was going on. Was Aeris going to announce to the crowd that I was his breeder? Was Jared really planning on trying to

he seriously about to give up on the mysterious scroll he needed because

the ballroom. The young dancers beamed with pride as a few couples made their way back into the crowd of onlookers, others staying on the dancefloor as the orchestra prepared for

know how to dance like this. Every move was calculated and well-practiced. I'd watched some of the young women dancing with their partners when I'd first arrived at the ball. They danced with controlled grace, their faces screwed in concentration as they hit each

and I had simply swirled in a circle, clutching each other's hands for dear life and trying not to mow down anyone dancing nearby. I had a feeling this next dance would be very different with Jared

eyes were locked on the violinist. Aeris had mentioned a few times that Jared was acquainted with his

this was, after all–a game. I was just

and led me out onto the dancefloor as

know the steps," I said softly, trying to hide

Just pretend like you're enjoying yourself. That's what Aeris

direction. I knew they were watching Aeris without having to crane my neck to follow their gazes. Aeris was testing us. I had to prove with this dance that I wasn't some lowly breeder saved from

Jared whispered as he raised our joined hands to shoulder

don't know how to

he breathed, then he swept me

mentioned being a good dancer, but the word “good" wasn't an adequate description of how

Me? Not so much.

lead," he said over the

And I did.

twirl, then another, my feet barely touching the ground as we

in mine, squeezing softly as I breathlessly looked up

did you learn how to dance like this?" I

a playful grin, then had me spinning on my

bandit," he said wryly. “That came

my hand, his other hand trailing over my back as he sent me twirling freely across

roughly my age, who took my hand and led me in a tight circle

the two of us joining and then separating as we wove between the other dancers. I was out of breath by the time the music reached a pitch, and

lower back, his palm spread wide. My chest was pressed firmly against

felt as though we were the only two people in the room. The music seemed to slow, our movements sure and deliberate as his body moved in rhythm with my

at me now in the same way he'd

“Trust me," he'd said.

I had.

But why?

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