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.

was obvious 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 escape the castle when it

about to give up on the mysterious

with pride as a few couples made their way back into the crowd of onlookers, others staying

with their partners when I'd first arrived at the ball. They danced with controlled grace, their faces

each other's hands for dear life and trying not to mow down

locked on the violinist. Aeris had mentioned a

I was just a piece

my hand and led me out onto the dancefloor as

steps," I said softly, trying to hide my discomfort as he slid a hand along my

pretend like you're enjoying yourself. That's what Aeris wants to see," he

seeing Archer and Brandt posted on opposite sides of the room, both of them looking in the same 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

our joined hands

don't know

with me," he breathed, then he swept me into

on his feet. He'd mentioned being a good dancer, but the word “good" wasn't an adequate description of how the man moved. He was

Me? Not so much.

said over

And I did.

twirl, then another, my feet barely

mine, squeezing softly as I breathlessly looked up at

you learn how to dance like this?" I

me spinning on my toes before sweeping me across

wasn't raised a bandit," he said

spun me again but let go of my hand, his other hand trailing

another woman roughly my age, who took my hand and led me in a tight circle for a moment before I was

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 not from the physical demands

back, his palm spread wide.

two people in the room. The music seemed to slow, our movements sure and deliberate as his body moved in rhythm with my own. I was in

slow motion. He was looking at me now

“Trust me," he'd said.

I had.

But why?

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