Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 970

Chapter 21 : Divine Discomfort

*Sasha*

I woke up alone in bed. I turned over and I looked at the floor. Lucas's wolf was gone and the room was empty.

“Lucas?" I whispered uncertainly into the hazy morning light.

I sat up slowly, feeling a wave of uneasiness wash over me. Memories of the previous night flooded my mind, and my body tensed at the thought of Lucas leaving me here and not coming back.

I shook my head. He wouldn't do that.

The door to our room opened and closed, and I yanked the blanket up to my chin.

But it was just Lucas, carrying a neatly-folded stack of my underthings. “We can burn them later," he grunted. “But I wasn't going to let that asshole keep them."

I noted his knuckles were cracked and bruised, and I felt a bit of smug pride. Lucas had just beaten the crap out of that weird, awful stalker pervert innkeeper. There was something very satisfying about that.

I looked at him gratefully as I remembered the way things had ended between us last night. I opened my mouth to apologize.

But suddenly Lucas whipped the blanket off the bed and I made an indignant sound. He shrugged and simply took the blanket and wrapped it around the undergarments and night clothes in a tight parcel before setting them in my bag.

“I don't want you touching that," Lucas said.

It was almost a command, but one I was more than happy to obey. “Thanks."

“You're welcome," Lucas replied. “Though speaking of welcomes, we might have just worn ours out. Get dressed. We can go wait for our ride in town. It's a nice day."

Lucas seemed to have forgotten about last night, and so could I.

I wriggled out of bed and pulled on clean pants and another sweater. The ones from yesterday were still soaked, despite being left out to dry last night.

Lucas had the same idea. He was wearing a crisp new shirt and form-hugging trousers.

I sighed inwardly. It really wasn't fair when he insisted on looking so tempting all the time.

Lucas picked up my bag and his and we headed out of the inn. I noted, with no small amount of satisfaction, that the innkeeper was cringing behind the bar, more black-and-blue than he was flesh-colored.

We took a short stroll through town and bought a few quaint trinkets.

As we made our way through the market, I couldn't help but notice the way Lucas moved. With every step, he exuded confidence and power. His broad shoulders and chiseled jawline turned heads wherever we went.

We found a small café and decided to grab some breakfast before our ride arrived. As we sat across from each other, sipping our coffee, I felt an uncomfortable tension settle over us.

"Lucas, about last night...." I began, needing to clear the air and unsure of how to broach the subject.

He cut me off with a look. "Don't worry about it, Sasha."

“But...."

Before I could utter an apology, he plopped a velvet box on the table between us.

I looked at him confused. “For me?"

He nodded and I reached over to pick it up. When had he bought this?

My fingers grazed the soft surface of the box. I could feel the weight of it in my hands, the anticipation building up inside me. My heart hammered in my chest as I flipped open the lid, my eyes widening in surprise at what was inside.

It was a necklace.

The gold chain necklace lay nestled in the satin lining, a glimmering, perfectly-cut emerald latched to it. Its size was modest, but the shine was as bright as crystal.

“I know it doesn't make up for what happened to the bracelet. I'll never be able to replace it. But, I hope to show you over time that I am in no way like the kid I once was."

“I know," I said as I took the necklace from the box. I held it out to him. “Help me put it on?"

me. I held my hair out of the way and felt his warm fingers graze over my neck and shoulders pulling the ends and clasping them

the emerald resting in the middle of my chest and didn't know what

glad to see it was much more appetizing than the inn

the car to arrive, so

And wait.

And wait.

hours, a postal delivery arrived at the inn asking

Lucas

nodded showing his ID and the postman handed over

from Eliza," Lucas said as he tore it open. He read it and cursed. “Their car won't be able to

my eyes back to the

“The Moon Howl is the only

“Yessir," the postman said.

going to be

wearing any of those things

blanket?" the postman

sticky fingers for women's undergarments," Lucas

postman made a disgusted

a dangerous edge to his

sir. I'm taking this one straight to the mayor," the postman sniffed. He looked at

“Uh…" I began.

artifact north of the capital we need a scholar to look at," Lucas explained, putting a hand

said excitedly. “What kind

a priest or priestess around here, do you? I figure if we're stuck here

face. “Yeah, there's a priestess, but probably not the

at me and

You just take the road up that way and turn left at the fork," the postman

responded. He handed the postman a few coins. “For

you, sir," the postman said, pocketing

elbow

a good idea to tell that

day. If there's someone here who can help, maybe we can just

thought, then nodded. “I'm all

might be," Lucas

northern library was located. As

feeling of unease washed over me even

woman

said, even as I started tugging on his arm, “but we were told we could find a

priestess," the old woman grunted.

were hoping

you say you were a priestess

the old woman

who was eyeing me

us and finally gave the terse

followed that up with, “Would

to visit the temple," the priestess grumbled. “Of course you do. Because making a little old lady walk a mile into the woods with an arthritic hip is a great way to build

asked innocently before

rolled her

good, and was feeling rather relieved about it, the old woman reappeared with a shawl

look as we walked after her. “Is this really

“Something's wrong," I whispered.

wrong?"

“With… her," I said.

arm around my shoulders. “We'll go to the temple and see

we should just go," I

give it a chance," Lucas sighed. “We don't know enough about her yet to completely dismiss the chance she could help us. Also, we did get her out with her arthritic

pushed my hair behind my ear. “Alright,"

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