Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 4

Beeping. Low, steady beeping.

Why did I smell chemicals?

I was trying to understand where I was, but my eyelids were too heavy to lift.

My hand rested upon my head. The throbbing was ever so present. It hurt to even think. The fatigue had finally set into my body, and even moving the slightest made me wince in pain.

Where was I?

I heard whispers in the dark. It sounded like two women were talking. I could barely make out what they were saying, and I didn’t recognize their voices.

“She isn’t good… No, I don’t think she can..”

“… she has to get better first… conceive…”

“… maybe there is a chance… Pregnancy…. I have a supplement that will help… It can carry…”

Who were they talking about? It sounded like a poor girl with tons of issues. May the moon goddess bless her, I thought. I hoped she got better soon.

I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on their conversation. Deciding to give them their privacy, I thought back on everything that had happened.

However, for a moment, my mind went completely blank. My head hurt again. I still could not open my eyes.

But then the memory slowly flowed back to me…

That’s right, I was… the daughter of the Alpha. After my mother passed away, I did everything I could to help take care of my pack and my father. I knew my life was difficult and not the life I should have had. But it was still mine.

A few small tears escaped my eyes thinking back to the promise I made so many years ago.

Mother made my father and me promise to look after each other. I had done everything I could to care for him over the years, but… it seemed that I was never able to do enough to please him, and he just hated who I was.

And then… and then he sold me.

I took a sharp breath and clenched my hands. My heart ached so much with that thought that I could not breathe for a few seconds.

How could he? I was his only blood-related child. His daughter. And he sold me to an Alpha with a ruthless reputation, one who could kill me at any moment.

My eyes snapped open, and fear flooded back into me.

I had arrived at the Drogomor pack!

Staring out the window, I had watched the shadows beyond the treeline dance about in my vision with the droplets of rain cascading down

blurry, and I must have fallen

end up in the

one of the

was very likely not someone else

about me… what did they mean? Pregnancy… conceive… what

move I made was throbbing. I knew that

I was about to bring her some food. She has to

The

bed flew back, and a woman with bright red hair

towards me, and I scrambled back in

realized I was still in my long white

It’s okay,” a brown-haired woman said as she stepped towards me. The smile on her face

Doctor Leigh, but you can call me

and recognized her voice; she was the one who mentioned “pregnancy” earlier. I tried to give her a smile, but I wasn’t sure

red-haired

owner of the

shook my head slowly. I was hungry at first, but now I was too concerned over what

stomach. The Alpha of Drogomor bought me as his maid, or at least that was what they had said. What kind

don’t worry. You’re going to be alright. Estrella is the best doctor

forgot to introduce myself,” she added.

her name from their earlier conversation already, but I was surprised to find out Vicky and Talon were siblings because

Vicky was a very cute girl and quite chatty, while Talon was quiet

sit up. “I just want

hands up, trying to show me she meant no harm. I gave her a

looked at me with a soft expression as she touched the end of

really need to try, and eat something, Rosalie.

appetite, still wondering what they were going to do

you can’t right now… just let me know when you’re ready and I will bring you food!” she finished her

didn’t seem to be upset with my lack

and saw Talon. He stood against the wall with his arms

within my body began to subside, and I

been horrible to me. The awful reputation of this pack was probably all due to

I can tell it’s handmade.

like she was trying to cheer me up. When was the last

a gift

words as I felt tears start to well up