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.

I was grateful that my long, loose hair was still half covering my

at me,”

hesitation, I lifted my eyes to look

refuse—no one dared to

ward cast a soft glow around him, and I couldn’t

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

whether the next second he would just swoop down and

I could hear was a rumbling caused by my blood rushing to

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,

I just barely

slap never

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

as his piercing blue orbs scanned over my own, as if

like an angry sea, ready to devour lives at any

I realize what a clear and beautiful pair of eyes he

and anxiety faded

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 tinged with

was all gone. Long

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 forced to look up at her new master who had bought her from

to cry, but I

the moan that wanted to escape from me. Never had I felt

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

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

“Alpha!”

might be my only chance to ask him… Rosalie, I told myself, you have to

asked the question that might

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

in the hospital

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