Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 826

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 826

Chapter 37 : Home, to the Village

Brandt didn’t stop running, not even once, until we reached Jared’s village. The Dark Forest passed us in a blur of shadow and rain. Maybe he felt the same crushing weight I felt as the trees whispered and rattled, maybe he saw the same shadows that lingered in the darkness, little flecks of light dancing against the tree trunks, like stars… or eyes.

We were never alone in the Dark Forest. Whatever else was there with us obviously didn’t think we were worth pursuing. Maybe those indescribable beings who called the forest their home sensed that we were rushing–broken, tired, and scared–and let us be.

I was thankful for it, and I was more than thankful to hear the sound of wind chimes rustling in the spring rain as we broke through the trees near the Healer’s cottage, the village rising in the distance.

Home–I felt it with overwhelming certainty.

Brandt nearly collapsed as he skidded to a stop next to the sparring ring. I slid off his back, my knees buckling and legs tingling painfully from gripping his back with my thighs for an entire day. People were running toward us with blankets, shocked faces blurred by the downpour that pounded the top of my head and my face as I looked up to see a hooded Giselle, her eyes alight with worry.

“Jared?” I croaked.

“Not here–” Giselle began, but Brandt’s voice cut through the rain, strong and demanding.

“Five scouts, two along the southern trail and three in the Dark Forest. Don’t be seen,” he said to the men beginning to gather around him. I glanced at him as Giselle helped me up, seeing him wrapped in

a blanket and shivering with exhaustion and cold. “Jared might be alone, or he’ll be with–with Carmen. Archer was meant to be heading east, toward the capital.”

Giselle furrowed her brow, mouthing “Carmen?” with a look of shock flashing behind her eyes. Brandt stalked off as several of the men convened next to the ring, one of them barking orders as the rest began to shift.

“Where’s Miriam?” I said through chattering teeth as Giselle wrapped her arm around me and walked me toward the house.

Lights twinkled in the windows, and several people were standing on the porch, watching as we approached. It was well into the night now, and muffled voices poured from the open door of the house as people were roused from sleep by the commotion we’d caused.

“Let’s get you into a hot bath first,” Giselle whispered, rubbing my arm as she guided me up the front porch steps, glaring at everyone nearby.

Miriam met us at the door, looking more than concerned.

“Oh, my dear,” she breathed, taking me into her arms and holding me to her chest. “I am so happy to see you again.”

***

I slept well into the next day, curled up in my old bed. Scarlett and Giselle had fussed over me for what felt like an eternity until I’d fallen face-first into my bed, asleep before my head hit the pillow.

Gray daylight drifted through the open window between our beds, lace curtains dancing in a humid breeze. I rolled over, rubbing sleep from my eyes to find Scarlett’s bed made, and empty.

I had no idea what time it was. No one had roused me to start another day’s washing and mending. It took me a few minutes to come to terms with the fact that I’d spent the last two days sprinting through the Dark Forest in the rain, and before that… close to a week in Aeris’s kingdom.

Now that I was back in Jared’s house, all of that felt like a dream–a nightmare, especially since Jared hadn’t made it home, not yet.

I was worried about him, of course. I rolled over in bed to face the wall, clutching the sheets to my chest. I bit down on the feelings of fear, jealousy, and despair as I tried to focus my mind on what needed to be done today.

Giselle had emptied out my soaking wet backpack the night before, not saying a word about the map, the scroll, or the Cryptex as she laid out everything to dry on top of the dresser. I’d wrapped the Cryptex in cloth before packing it. Rain wouldn’t ruin it… but the map?

I swung my feet out of bed and padded across the room. The map wasn’t there. I cursed under my breath and swiped the scroll, with was falling to pieces in my hands, and the Cryptex off the dresser before leaving the room and heading for Jared’s study.

It was unlocked, of course. I didn’t dwell on why. He obviously trusted everyone here enough not to go through his things while he was away. I sat down at his desk, huffing a dusty breath as I carefully unrolled what was left of the scroll and looked down at it, my chest tightening as the paper fell away in half-dried clumps.

The ink was fresh enough that the moisture had caused it to bleed and soak through the rough parchment, blurring it considerably. I ran my hands over my face, cursing under my breath as I scooped it into my hands and balled it up before tossing it toward the door. It landed with a wet splat, even more useless than it had been when Aeris gave it to Jared in the first place.

I stared at the Cryptex for a long moment.

There was nothing I wanted to do less than mess with it right now, not when my body was also tense with overwhelming anxiety.

Where the hell was he? Had he made it out of Aeris’s kingdom? Was he okay?

I wiped hot tears from my eyes and blinked back the memory of us tangled in his sheets, his fingertips roving slowly over the curve of my hip as he spoke to me in a low whisper. We’d joked about pretending to be husband and wife, coming up with silly little scenarios to distract us from the act of having to leave Aeris’s castle the next day.

“I expect dinner to be on the table every evening when I’m back from the sparring ring,” he’d said, flashing me a devious grin.

“Take that up with Miriam,” I’d replied. “She won’t allow me to step foot in her kitchen.”

That conversation had been so easy, so unlike anything I’d ever experienced with him so far.

I had so much I wanted to say to him, that I needed to say. That I should have said.

And now… if he didn’t come back, what was I supposed to do… just sit here?

I opened a few drawers, finding a stack of paper and a few quill pens like the one he’d gifted me when he gave me my journal.

That journal was long gone now, lost with the rest of the supplies when the witch’s familiar had stomped all over our camp.

I smoothed a piece of paper down on the desk, staring at it blankly for several aching minutes. I should have done this the moment I found safety in this realm.

My parents knew I wasn’t dead–at least, I hoped they didn’t think that. I’d been jetting across our realm for the past two years, gone for weeks at a time on expeditions related to my studies. They were used to not hearing from me. But I’d taken off this time with no itinerary, and all I’d left behind was a letter for my brother George, telling him I was going on an adventure and not to touch anything in my bedroom at his house in New Dianny, or else. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

I found it likely that by now my family had assumed I’d snuck onto the trade ship–the trade ship would never make it to its destination, lost at sea, no one left aboard to tell the story of what had really happened.

‘Sorry Mom,’ I scribbled, unsure of what else to say other than I was alive, and safe.

Maybe safe, I wasn’t totally convinced about that part yet. Mom was sure to hit the ceiling with rage if this letter ever got to her. Dad would just be happy I was out enjoying myself.

I wrote the letter to the best of my abilities, trying to keep my emotions in check. ‘I’m fine. I’m safe. I’ll be home, eventually. I have a lot to tell you, a lot I’ve seen and experienced. It was worth it, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.’

I folded up the letter and set it aside, moving on to the next.

I sucked in my breath, scribbling one single line of my signature sloppy text.

‘I’m here, somewhere out west. But I’m fine. I met someone, and I think–’ I paused, the pen hovering over the paper. ‘I think I might stay.’

I think I might stay. I think I might….

I folded up the letter and rummaged through his desk for envelopes, finding a few that were yellowed with age and rather stiff. I wondered if this realm used stamps at all, but I figured I could ask Miriam

that question when I found her.

I glanced at the Cryptex once more before rising from the desk and leaving the room, locking the door behind me.

It was later afternoon when I left Jared’s study. The kitchen was busy preparing for tonight’s meal. I peeked into the laundry room, finding Scarlett with her back to the doorway and an unfamiliar woman stirring one of the tubs, her eyes lifting to meet mine as she bobbed her head in greeting.

Scarlett whirled around, giving me a relieved smile.

“Hey,” I smiled. “I’m sorry I didn’t come down to work this morning–”

“Oh, don’t be. Miriam has other plans for you, I think.”

I furrowed my brow, watching an expression I couldn’t read spread over Scarlett’s face.

“What kind of plans?”

“I have no idea, but you can ask her. She’s been sitting on the front porch for hours now, waiting for the scouts to come back.” Scarlett’s voice wavered a bit, her eyes flashing with stifled emotion. She was thinking about Archer, no doubt.

“Archer is going to the Capital,” I said, glancing at the new laundry maid, who seemed too busy with her chores to pay us any mind. “Follow a… lead.”

Scarlett’s eyes widened momentarily, her face flushing, but then regained her composure and nodded. I gave her a knowing smile as I slipped from the doorway and headed down the hall towards the front door.

Miriam was, in fact, sitting on the front porch. She looked up at me as I walked out onto the porch, my letters in my hands.

“Can I help you, dear?”

“I was wondering if… if it’s possible to send a few letters?”

“A postman comes once a week. He’ll be here on Tuesday, so a few days from now. Is it urgent?”

Kind of. Maybe? I ran my thumbs over the letters, shrugging.

“Is it possible to send a letter to the… uhm–”

“The Realm of Light?” she asked, her eyes glimmering with understanding.

I nodded, pursing my lips into a tight line.

“Possibly. It would have to go through the Capital. It will take a while–”

“That’s alright, because this one has to go through the Capital as well,” I said a little sheepishly as I handed her the letters. She glanced down at the addresses. Winter Forest was clearly marked, but I doubted she knew where that was. I didn’t know the exact address of where Xander and Lena lived, but I figured “The Castle of the Alpha King” would be enough.

Lena’s name was written boldly on the letter, but not Selene, or Luna. Just Lena.

That way she’d know it was from the family.

Miriam smiled softly to herself as she met my eyes.

“I–” I began, feeling the sudden urge to tell her everything, when there was a shout from the far side of the village where the sparring ring was just visible from the porch.

Miriam and I turned just as a pair of wolves came into view.

One was flaxen, and one was black as night.

I sighed heavily, having to steady myself on the porch railing.

Thank the Goddess.