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 half covering

at me,” he

lifted my eyes to look

one

a soft glow around him, and I couldn’t help but think that he looked like a prince—royal and

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

like a falcon honing in on its prey. I was that prey, trembling, wondering whether the next

I could hear was a rumbling

corner of 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

wouldn’t disobey him. I just barely

the slap never

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

my own,

eyes had been like an angry sea, ready to devour lives at any time.

what a clear and beautiful pair of eyes he

was lost in his gaze. All the fear and anxiety faded away—only the pure blue in

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 in the background. I remembered the scent of grass

all

reflection—a helpless girl, sitting on a hospital bed, wearing a white dress that was

to cry, but I

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

if he was sure of something, he let go of my face, and took a step

musk left me and pulled me back from the memories

“Alpha!”

be my only chance to ask him… Rosalie,

gathered all my courage and asked the question

go once I work enough to pay back the money you gave my father?” I quickly stammered out. “I’ll

hospital bed, willing

goodness, though, he stopped and turned around, raising his eyebrow. He seemed