Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 5

“Alpha!” Talon greeted the man with respect.

The giant, gorgeous man acknowledged him with a simple nod, an aura radiating off of him that reeked of authority.

He looked towards Estrella, who immediately pulled out her report. “Alpha, Miss Rosasile is still quite weak, but with proper care, she should be much better in two weeks.”

His expression didn’t change, but he moved as she spoke.

He was coming towards me!

I had never seen such movement—graceful and swift, faster than any wolf I had ever encountered.

So fast that, in the blink of an eye, he was at my bedside.

The faint scent of musk surrounded me. The earthly aroma reminded me of the forest on a rainy day, and it replaced the smell of sterile chemicals in the ward. It was cold but almost psychedelic, just like him.

I couldn’t help but lower my head. Through the gap in my hair, I saw his black leather shoes stop right next to my bed, with the toe of the shoe aimed in my direction.

He had to be staring at me! I didn’t need to see to know that.

“Look up,” he commanded.

His voice was deep, very deep. It struck me and sent shivers through my whole body. Pausing for a moment, I put myself together.

The cold reflection from his metal cufflinks came into my view. His hand had already stretched toward my face. His fingers were long, neither bulky nor too slim—just perfect, and full of power.

What was I thinking? Rosalie, stop focusing on the wrong things!

Within a second, his hand clamped down on my chin, his fingers strong and hot, pressing hard—forcing my head up.

He was clearly not a patient man.

flush, and I was grateful that my long, loose hair was still

at me,” he commanded

slight hesitation, I lifted my eyes to look at

refuse—no one dared to

glow around him, and I couldn’t help but

in between his well-defined, jet-black eyebrows. He was frowning,

I was that prey, trembling, wondering whether the next second he would just swoop down and seize me, either take me straight up into the cloudy sky or throw me down on the craggy

forgot how to breathe. The only sound I could hear was a rumbling caused by my

my eyes, I saw his right arm moved. Almost instinctively, my body tensed and I half-flinched—I was expecting a slap to land on my face, as that was what my father would have done—but I

wouldn’t disobey him. I just barely managed to

the slap never

the hair away from my face. My hair tickled my cheeks, and I

scanned over my own, as if he

oppressive aura, those blue eyes had been like an angry sea, ready to devour lives at

realize what a clear and beautiful pair of eyes he

his gaze. All the fear and anxiety

seen when I was all the way up on my swing in my backyard. I was seven at that time, and my mother’s laughter and my father’s non-deterrent reproaches rang out

all gone. Long

I gazed into his eyes though… I saw my own reflection—a helpless girl, sitting on a hospital bed, wearing a white dress that was gifted by her mother as a symbol of happiness, being

cry, but I

own once again, I had to suppress the moan that wanted to escape from me. Never had

of something, he let go of my

left me and pulled me

“Alpha!”

might be my only chance to ask him…

courage and asked the question that might

to pay back the money you gave my father?” I quickly stammered out. “I’ll work really hard as your maid,

in the hospital bed, willing to chase after him out the door if I had

and turned around, raising his eyebrow. He seemed to be processing what I