Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 21 : I’m Not Your Darling

On closer expectation, Alpha Aeris was not as tall or as striking as I thought he'd been when he approached us, and

what was left of his warriors, on the road leading into his city. He was only a few inches taller than me, and likely in

his mid-forties, but he had the strangest eyes I'd ever seen in my life. They were orange, like the fruit.

I couldn't help but stare at him as he chatted amiably with Jared while his warriors hissed and groaned on the road

around us, rolling around in pain. Jared had released his death grip on my waist but was still standing next to me,

one of his fingers curled around the back center belt loop of my pants. It felt rather possessive. I kinda liked it. But

also I could feel him thrumming with rage as he gritted his teeth and shared niceties with the Alpha standing before

us.

I glanced at Archer and Brandt, who were standing beside us now, both of them covered in road dust. Brandt had

blood coming out of one of his ears, but otherwise, everyone was in one piece.

“I see you brought a treat for the road this time," Aeris grinned, his eyes falling on mine.

I squared my shoulders, blinking at him as my face twisted into a scowl.

“Eliza is part of my crew," Jared said flatly. “She's an expert in antiquities, and will be examining the scroll you owe

me."

“Ah, yes. I assure you I haven't forgotten," Aeris drawled, still holding my gaze. “I find it interesting a female would

be interested in the… intellectual pursuits of men."

My teeth were on edge as I willed myself to calm the f**k down and not say anything to this toad of a man, not yet.

“Well," Aeris said with a clap of his hands. “Come with me." He turned on his heel and walked towards the gate,

leaving his injured warriors behind.

I glanced between Archer, Brandt, and Jared, silently urging them to explain what the hell just happened. Jared

gave me a quick shake of his head, giving me a little push so I was walking beside him instead of behind him.

We walked through the run-down village and into the city. The difference between Aeris's territory on either side of

the wall was striking. The village was the definition of poverty, nothing but shacks and stalls and people dressed in

tarnished homespun rags as they carried baskets of coal and produce. But inside the wall?

“Welcome to Suncrest," Aeris said proudly, his hands outstretched.

We passed white buildings lined with shop fronts as we snaked through the city toward the castle. People stopped to

bow to their Alpha, surprised by the group of bandits who trailed them. All eyes were on me, it seemed. Several

people glared and whispered as I passed. I couldn't help but stiffen as we continued on our trek.

Jared was obviously on edge, and Brandt and Archer were keeping in step, walking closely on either side of me.

“Sorry about the warriors," Aeris said casually as we approached a massive gate leading into what looked like a

garden, the castle rising beyond it. “I didn't want to waste the opportunity for them to train with the lost prince."

Lost prince? I glanced at Jared but he was expressionless, his eyes as cold as ice. The gate swung open and we

were ushered inside.

It closed behind us with a clang that sent a chill up my spine as the warriors guarding the gate locked it in place.

“My servants will show you to your rooms," Aeris said brightly, his orange eyes creasing with excitement. “Make

yourself at home. Jared, be sure to show your friends around, you know the place well."

***

My room was directly across the hallway from Jared's, with Brandt and Archer housed on either side. It was in an

inconspicuous and quiet wing of the castle, and seemed relatively empty save for the rapid footsteps of maids

scurrying along outside my bedroom door.

My room was furnished tastefully, with plush rugs covering the marble floor and breezy lace curtains covering

several ceiling-height windows overlooking the city below. I'd gazed longingly at the massive bed for some time

before going into the adjoining bathroom and sinking into the hottest bath I could handle, washing the journey

away.

Maids had come into the room while I bathed, leaving behind a tray of cookies and tea and several dresses. I had

nothing else to wear but the soiled clothing we'd worn into the city, which was covered in dirt from being pressed to

the ground when I was rudely assaulted by Aeris's warriors.

I held up one of the dresses, which was a pale cream color and sported short, fluffy sleeves and a modest neckline,

but would drape around my ankles. Again, I felt as though I'd gone back in time as I dressed and slid my feet into a

pair of satin slippers.

I hadn't seen any other women other than Aeris's maids, but based on the quality of the dress, I assumed everyone

here was dripping in wealth and would likely be showing it. I gathered my hair into a bun, tying it with a ribbon, then

left the room in search of my friends.

Jared didn't answer when I knocked on his bedroom door, so I moved on to Brandt's room, finding the door

unlocked. Brandt was curled up in bed, still in his traveling clothes, his open mouth slightly ajar as he peacefully

snored.

I smiled to myself as I gently closed the door and moved to Archer's room–also unlocked–and blushed furiously as I

tore my gaze from him and exited the room. He'd also been asleep, but was sprawled out on his belly like a starfish,

his bare ass on full display and his snores sending a thundering echo through the hallway as I closed his door.

“Hmm…" I sighed, looking up and down the hallway.

I knew should be sleeping too, but I was still thrumming with adrenaline from our run-in with the warriors outside

the city walls. Why not do a little exploring?

I walked down the hallway for a bit, rounding a curve. I noticed an archway along one side of the hallway and

walked inside, finding myself in a cozy sitting room full of natural light. Bookshelves lined the wall but were mostly

bare. Two couches faced each other near the hearth, and in the center of the room…

A piano.

I arched my brows as I walked forward, plucking one of the keys… perfectly tuned.

I sat down on the piano bench, scooting myself in and flexing my fingers before settling them on the keys. I took a

deep breath, then smiled. It'd been so long since I'd played.

I started to play, letting the music fill the room. I'd chosen a song I'd composed myself as a child and perfected

over the years when I'd trudge through the snow to the castle in Winter Forest, the home of my great aunt and

uncle, Rosalie and Ethan. Uncle Ethan would sit in an armchair nearby while I filled his home with music. I'd taught

myself how to play and found it was the easiest, and sometimes only way to untangle the thoughts and schemes

constantly running through my mind.

I felt instantly more at ease as my fingers moved across the keys in a practiced, dramatic fashion. The music

carried through the room, light and sweet. I lost myself and closed my eyes as the song crested into the crescendo.

“Where did you learn that song?"

I spun around, my heart leaping into my chest as Jared leaned against the archway to the sitting room, a book

tucked under his arm.

“You're incredibly light on your feet," I panted, trying to still my thundering heart rate. “You scared me to death,

again."

He shrugged, eyeing me intensely. A heated blush prickled over my cheeks as I broke from his gaze and turned

back to the piano.

“I made it up," I said, answering his question.

“No, you didn't–"

I glared at him over my shoulder. “I did. Why?"

“Because I've heard it before," his face softened a bit, and he looked almost a little hesitant to continue. “I mean, I

think I have, a long time ago. Play it again." His last words were a sharp, almost desperate command. The air in the

room shifted as I broke from his gaze and turned back to the piano.

I chewed my lower lip, finding it damn near impossible to convince myself to play anything else in his presence.

“How long have you been standing there listening to me?" I asked softly, my breath catching in my throat.

“I saw you walking down that hallway and wanted to make sure you weren't getting into trouble."

“So the whole time?" My cheeks burned as I rested my hands on the keys.

“You're really good," he replied, and I turned to face him just in time to see the final hint of a smile touch his lips.

But there was something in his eyes that gave me pause, a distant, contemplative look that made my heart

squeeze in my chest.

“Thank you," I said softly, trying to smile, but I found myself locked on his eyes as heat flashed behind them. I

thought of the study, of his fingers trailing little circles on my inner thighs. For a moment, I was sure he was thinking

the same.

“Aeris is expecting us in a few hours. You should get some rest. We're leaving directly after dinner," he said as if he

was holding himself back.

The room seemed to be full of electricity, like if I reached out and touched him I'd shock myself just like when our

fingers had grazed in the study. That felt like ages ago.

“Alright," I said, a little breathless. I rose from the piano bench, my eyes downcast on my slippers.

Something was happening to the air in the room. I found it hard to breathe for a moment as I looked back up at

him.

“Eliza," he said, sounding just as breathless as I felt.

“Yes?"

He opened his mouth but hesitated, his free hand curling into a fist at his side. “You look… beautiful."

“Oh," I whispered. “Thank you."

He nodded, and turned on his heel, walking away with the grace of a big cat stalking silently through the woods. I

placed a shaking hand over my heart. I couldn't swallow. My whole body was revolting against him walking away.

“What's wrong with me?" I whispered.

***

The dining hall in Aeris's castle seemed to be made entirely of gold. We were seated at the head of a long table

filled with platters of food and wine, with Aeris presiding over the feast with a wide grin on his face. His court was

there as well, dressed in riches that seemed unbelievable after the poverty I'd witnessed the past few weeks.

Archer sat across from me, the two of us on either side of Aeris, who was sitting at the head of the table, the two of

them bent in conversation. Archer and Brandt were wholly focused on the food.

I was more interested in watching the people of his inner court, those high-ranking members of his pack who ran in

his circle. I wondered who was his Beta, and who was his Luna, if he had one.

But the women seated at the table were mousy and poised, none of the speaking unless spoken to.

“No, Aeris," Jared said in a clipped tone that made me immediately turn to witness their conversation.

Aeris gave him a look and poured a substantial amount of wine into his glass.

“The scroll is not going anywhere, my friend. Your companions could use a few days rest after such an arduous

journey."

“We're not staying–"

“Jared," Aeris coaxed, a flash of annoyance creasing his eyes. “I think you'd find spending a few days in my court

would be in your favor."

I could tell Jared was seething but was maintaining his composure. His shoulders were rigid, and I imagined his

hands clenched into fists under the table. I slid my ankle against his. He didn't break Aeris's gaze, but his shoulders

relaxed for a moment.

“Just until Friday," Aeris continued, and it was obvious he wasn't taking no for an answer.

To my surprise, Aeris turned his gaze on me, giving me a smile. But his eyes were alight with some scheme I

couldn't decipher, I just knew it. “I need some time to get to know your new… companion. What did you say your

name was, darling?"

“Eliza," I said firmly. “And I'm not your darling."

Jared gave me a swift kick in the shin beneath the table but I held firm, my eyes locked on Aeris, who seemed

amused more than offended.

“Marvelous," he said, leaning back in his chair.