Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
Chapter 735

Chapter 80 : The Truth in the Picture

I kept staring at the picture, too numb to form a clear thought.

In the picture, three people stood shoulder to shoulder. Soren was on the far left, and all the way tothe right was a man, slightly older than Soren, but they looked very much alike.

Between the two handsome men was a woman—a stunning beauty. She had reddish, wavy hair anda sweet, tender smile. There was something in her posture that showed how soft and gentle shewas.

The other man had his arm around her waist and I could tell the two of them were a couple.Probably married if the engagement ring on her finger was any indication.

I couldn't stop staring at Soren, though. He was young, and just as handsome and gorgeous as ever,however, he wasn't smiling into the camera like the other two were. It looked like at the last minute,he shifted his eyes to gaze directly at the woman.

I could never forget that gaze in his eyes.

He loved her. His love was deep, affectionate and intense. It couldn't even be masked in a picture.And there was a scarf around Soren’s neck.

Was that the scarf that Madam Scarlett had told me about? My instinct told me that the scarf was agift from the woman in the picture. It had to be. No wonder he was so upset when he lost it.

I wasn't surprised that Soren had a romantic past. In fact, I'd suspected it based on some of thethings he said about women and not spending a lot of time with them.

My breath caught and my chest felt like someone was standing on it.

I could barely breathe as I stared at the woman in the picture, my eyes darting over to see howSoren was looking at her.

Just a quick glance was enough to see that the woman looked like me... or rather, I resembled her.We had the same wavy reddish brown hair, fair skin tone, and even similar body styles. Looking ather, was like looking at myself.

My cheeks burned suddenly and I slammed the shirts on top of the picture. Humiliated and angry, Islammed the drawer shut. How could he do that to me!?

My heart cracked. I pressed my hands over my chest, trying to hold my heart in place to prevent itfrom falling out on the floor.

It all made sense now!

The way Soren looked at me and it sometimes felt like he was looking for someone else or lookingat someone else. It wasn't me he was looking for, it was the woman in the picture!

It explained why he treated me differently than other women. So many of his friends kept askinghim why I was special and why he couldn't just let me go. He had made it clear he didn't pursuelong-term relationships with women.

He probably rarely spent more than a night with one.

But he kept tracking me down, kept wanting to see me safe, and insisted on helping me. Hecouldn't leave me alone because I was just a substitute for him. I was his chance to live the dream ofthe one who got away!

Tears sprang to my eyes and I shook my head. Last night had been amazing, but now, I woken upinto a nightmare.

My knees trembled and I stumbled to the bed, leaning against the bedpost. I thought I'd fall on thefloor if I didn't hold myself up.

The answers to all my questions... They were buried in the dresser drawer just inches from his bedand where he slept every night. I'd been curious to know the answers, I snooped, and now I waspaying the price.

I was nothing more than a substitute!

I pressed my palm to my forehead and shook my head, trying to shake the tears away. Snifflingslightly, I wrapped my other arm around my waist, trying to hold my insides together.

My heart was breaking. My entire body was breaking.

I was foolish to think that I was special to him. What reason would a man like Soren ever have toeven look my way let alone treat me differently?

He could have any woman he wanted. They threw themselves at him all the time. And they werepractically lined up outside his door ready to offer themselves to him. But I knew he'd been singlefor years.

And that was because he was still hung up on someone else!

I was just starting to think that maybe his special treatment of me was because he had feelings forme. I knew it was a long shot but... I'd fallen into the dream. I thought that he liked me as acompanion or perhaps... maybe even loved me...

But no, it had nothing to do with me. It all had to do with that woman. His one, true love.

I bowed my head and blinked, a few of my tears slipping down my cheeks.

I'd given Soren a scarf. It was supposed to be a thoughtful gift. Soren had really seemed to like it.He'd been genuinely surprised but he'd also been really happy. I was starting to think that wasn'tbecause he truly liked the scarf. It was because I was unknowingly imitating his past love.

The surprise had probably been due to unhappiness that I had done the same thing she did. It wasjust a reminder that I wasn't her... and he wouldn't want me acting like her. Mimicking her would bepainful, wouldn't it...?

I was so stupid!

Now that I was thinking about it, I couldn't stop. My mind started breaking down every singleinteraction I'd had with Soren and I just couldn't stop!

When Soren had asked me to stay with him, he didn't want me. He wanted someone that remindedhim of the woman he loved. He wanted to keep me with him so he didn't have to think about losingher and I could distract him from the loss of the woman he really wanted.

Taking a deep breath, I blinked the tears away and I shook off the humiliation and embarrassment.My heart might be broken but I wasn't going to let Soren treat me like that. I refused to be asubstitute for someone that he couldn't have.

Should I wait and confront Soren about the photo? Should I ask him what it meant in relation tome? What if I was jumping to conclusions?

But what if I stayed and Soren confirmed what I already knew? My heart wouldn't be able to take it.Besides, what could Soren say? He wouldn't lie to me, of course. He might try to evade answeringmy questions, like he always did, but a man like Soren wouldn't tell me any flat out lies.

He could tell me what I already knew was true. Then he would just ask me what I would want to doand he'd support me, whatever I decided to do. He'd be respectful... unless I chose to leave. Thenhe'd follow me, like always.

I couldn't give him the chance to try and stop me from leaving.

I wasn't sure I wanted to leave but what choice did I have? If I stayed here, I'd be humiliated further,especially knowing that I was a substitute. If I stayed, I'd be letting Soren use me.

My heart ached again.

I really loved Soren. This wouldn't hurt me this much if I didn't. I'd known I had strong feelings for awhile and that I was falling for him but now I knew the depth of my feelings.

If Soren was someone random, someone I didn't care about so much, then I could trade being asubstitute for protection. But this was Soren! He was the man I loved... the only man I'd ever loved.A shudder ran through me as I thought of the loving gaze that Soren gave the other woman in thatphoto. My heart cringed and I hugged myself.

This was unbearable!

I had to forget about everything that happened last night. It was meaningless. An old fantasy Sorenneeded to fulfill. I wasn't going to hang around to replace out what fantasy he wanted to fulfill next.Jumping up, I headed back to my room before Soren returned with breakfast. I immediatelygrabbed my backpack and started throwing my few belongings into it. I ignored the dresses thatSoren got me.

They were nice but I wasn't bringing any souvenirs with me that would remind me of Soren or thisplace.

While I stuffed things in my backpack, I caught sight of my reflection in the dresser mirror. My longhair, so much like hers, bounced around, waving pleasantly around my face.

Sighing, I grabbed an old pair of scissors on the dresser and I grabbed fistfuls of my hair. Quickly, Ihacked off big chunks of my hair and threw them on the floor. I only spent a few minutes eveningout the ends and then I ran my fingers through my short hair.

I couldn't change the color right now but at least, I looked different.

Smirking at my reflection, I nodded to myself. I was satisfied that I looked different enough fromthat other woman.

It wasn't like we even looked similar enough to be related. Our differences were more than oursimilarities but it was enough to draw Soren to me. And because of that, I just wanted to lookdifferent.

Soren used to tell me that I was beautiful when I smiled. That was ironic, seeing as the other womanhad such a sweet, gentle smile. That's why he liked my smile... because it conveyed the samegentleness and sweetness she had.

I glared at my own reflection, my eyes turning cold. If I could look at Soren now, he'd feel the icyglare I'd shoot at him. But I didn't want to see him again. I didn't want to give him a chance toexplain because I loved him so much that I might actually believe him.

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a small vial. It was the last antidote dose for the Blackfirepoison. An antidote Soren had gone to great lengths to get for me.

Had that all been a scam? It had to have been. When he looked at me, he saw her. Now it madesense as to why he would put himself in danger to save me. In his mind, he was saving the womanhe loved... the real woman he loved.

Scoffing, I set the antidote on the dresser beside the clumps of my hair. Soren could replace it andmake whatever he wanted to out of it.

Turning on my heel, I left the room

It was early enough in the morning that the inn was quiet. Soren didn't have people watching outfor me anymore, either. Getting through the inn unnoticed and unseen was too easy.

Maybe it was wrong for me not to give Soren a chance to explain himself but he had had all thechances in the world to come clean.

I'd asked him a million times why he was so nice to me and why he was always helping me. Hecould have told me the truth any one of the times I'd asked. If he hadn't told me already, then hewas never going to.

I left the inn and the rogue zone. At least, Soren wouldn't be in danger anymore because he wasn'tmy beloved.