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.

grateful that my long,

at me,” he commanded

slight hesitation, I lifted my eyes

one dared to disobey his

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

between his well-defined, jet-black eyebrows. He was frowning, as if he was

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

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

land on my face, as that was what my father would have done—but I stopped myself,

just barely managed to keep

slap

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

as his piercing blue orbs scanned over my own, as if he was memorizing every detail of my

sea, ready to devour lives at any time. But now, when he looked at me closely, the waves of anger

realize what a clear and beautiful pair of eyes he

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

at that time, and my mother’s laughter

all gone. Long

into his eyes though… I saw my own reflection—a helpless girl, sitting on a hospital bed, wearing a white dress that was

wanted to cry, but I

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

of something, he let go of my face, and

me and pulled me back from the memories I had

“Alpha!”

him… Rosalie, I told

asked the question that might cost

gave my father?” I quickly

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

raising his eyebrow. He