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.

my face flush, and I was grateful that

at me,” he commanded

hesitation, I lifted my

didn’t dare refuse—no one dared to disobey

and I

was frowning, as if he was full of loathing for this

eyes locked onto me, like a falcon honing in on its prey. I was that prey, trembling, wondering whether the next second he would just swoop

only sound I could hear was a rumbling caused by

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 stopped myself, because I still remembered his order to not close

I just barely managed to keep my

slap

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

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

had been like an angry sea, ready to devour lives at any time. But now, when he looked

a clear and beautiful

the fear and anxiety faded away—only the

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 tinged with soil

was all

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

wanted to cry, but I

suppress the moan that

sure of something, he let go of my face, and took a step back before turning

back, the scent of his musk left me and pulled me back from the memories I

“Alpha!”

to ask him…

and asked the question that might cost

my father?” I quickly stammered out. “I’ll work

was on my knees in the hospital bed, willing to chase after

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