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.

face flush, and I was grateful that my long,

at me,” he commanded

my eyes to look

one

of the ward cast a soft glow around him, and I couldn’t help but think

a crease in between his well-defined, jet-black eyebrows. He was frowning, as if he was full of loathing

trembling, wondering whether the

I could hear was a rumbling caused by my

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

I just barely managed to keep my eyes

the slap never

away from my face. My hair tickled my cheeks, and I smelt the gentle scent of his

scanned over my own, as if he was memorizing every detail of my

angry sea, ready to devour lives at any time. But now, when

realize what a clear and beautiful pair of eyes

and anxiety faded away—only the pure blue in his

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 in the background. I

all gone. Long

though… I saw my own reflection—a helpless girl, sitting on a hospital bed, wearing a white dress that was gifted by her

to cry, but

had to suppress the moan that

he let go of my face, and took

pulled back, the scent of his musk left me and pulled me back

“Alpha!”

my only chance to ask him… Rosalie, I

all my courage and asked the question that might cost me my

father?” I quickly stammered out. “I’ll work really hard as your maid, or

anxious that I was on my knees in the hospital bed, willing to chase after him out the door if I had

his