Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

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?"

necklace, he rose from his chair and stood behind 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

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

I was glad to see it was much

was time for the car to arrive,

And wait.

And wait.

a postal delivery arrived at the inn

Lucas Black?" he

his ID and the postman

as he tore it open. He read it and cursed. “Their car won't be able to come until

I groaned and shifted my eyes back to the

is the only inn in

“Yessir," the postman said.

going to be

of those things you wrapped

blanket?" the postman

sticky fingers for women's

postman made a disgusted sound.

a dangerous edge to his

the postman sniffed. He looked at Lucas's bag, a frown on his face. “Something in there

“Uh…" I began.

why we're going to see Eliza Crimson in the Midnight Sun pack. We found an artifact north of the capital we need a scholar to look at," Lucas explained, putting a hand

excitedly. “What

think," Lucas said. Then his eyes lit up. “You don't happen to have a priest or priestess around here, do you? I figure if we're stuck here

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

me and shrugged. “Can't

at the edge of town, in the woods, really. You just take the road up that way and

handed the postman a few

you, sir," the postman said,

by the elbow and began motoring

sure it was such a good idea to tell that man so much about our–er–quest?" I

detail," Lucas said. “Besides, we've already wasted half a day. If there's someone here who can help, maybe we can just catch the last train home and not spend another

some thought, then nodded. “I'm

might be," Lucas

library was located. As such, it took very little

feeling of unease washed over me even

and cranky, an elderly woman opened

tugging on his arm, “but we were

old woman grunted. “What's

we were hoping

say you were a priestess of?" I

didn't," the old woman

eyeing me curiously. “Would you

glanced between us and finally gave the

what she said didn't ring true, so I followed that up with, “Would you mind if we visited

grumbled. “Of course you do. Because making a little old lady walk a mile into the woods with an arthritic hip

I asked innocently before Lucas

her eyes

was thinking she's shut us out for good, and was feeling rather relieved about it, the old woman reappeared with a shawl around her shoulders. “Come with

a stern look as we walked after

“Something's wrong," I whispered.

What's wrong?" Lucas

“With… her," I said.

an arm around my shoulders. “We'll

should just go," I

“We don't know enough about her yet to completely dismiss the chance she could help

my hair behind my ear.