Eventually, I saw a mansion in the distance. Its size was decent, but it was dilapidated, with ivy and other plants growing up the sides all the way to the roof. The paint had long since faded, and some of the tree branches were battering against the shingles, knocking them free.
He quickly tore inside, leaving the door ajar. I hastily made my way up the steps, barely missing a hole that might’ve cut my foot off at the ankle.
Inside, I slowed and looked around. The marble floor was covered with dirt and windswept leaves in the corners. The furniture was nice-antique velvet couches, maple tables, marble busts, and the like-but it was all dirty and broken.
I heard footsteps further down the hall and followed, trying my best to use caution, but now that I was in this situation, I realized it would be difficult for me to fight this man off. I’d do what was necessary to save my friend, though.
In the back of my mind, I considered what I might do if I needed assistance and wondered how feasible that might
be….
Entering the room, I saw a muscular man wearing all black standing beneath a dirty chandelier that flickered as it swung slightly above him. His green eyes were narrowed on me, his hair slicked black, and the scowl on his face told me he was ready to handle me in much the same way that he’d taken care of Brook.
She lay on a dusty couch behind him, moving slightly, which made me think whatever he’d done to knock her out was beginning to wear off.
“I don’t know who you are or why you’ve taken my friend, but she’s coming back with me right now,” I said in my most stern
voice.
A smile cracked across his face. “Your friend can go wherever the hell she wants to,” he said with a dismissive shrug of his shoulders. “It’s not her I’m worried about.”
“What’s that?” I asked him as he came a few steps closer to me. I wanted to retreat, but I had to hold my ground-for Brook’s sake.
“I didn’t go there to take this little nymph,” he explained, pointing at Brook. “I came there for you.”
I pressed down the wave of confusion that was washing over me and just quietly stared at him while I quickly evaluated my retreat options.
An evil laugh ricocheted off of the walls. “I knew if I took her,
you’d follow along like the sweet little puppy dog you are. Do you know why?”
Father had once taught me that I should never follow the verbal traps my enemies set for me. Since he obviously wanted me to ask for an explanation, I decided not to behave as he wished. “I don’t have time for this! Release Brook, right now!” I demanded.
As expected, even without me pressing him, he told me what he wanted me to know. “I’ve heard about King Sebastian’s plans for you, Ciana Black, and I have to make sure that they don’t happen. You cannot have a child with Theo.”
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The readers' comments on the novel: Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
Yeah sorry full of crap clichés skipping chapters...
Really oh fn....off another weak heroine roll, her pack hated her, she was abused, why would she do this .... pfghhj off at another cliche novel. .... Nope...