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.

that

at me,”

my eyes to look

one

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

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

honing in on its prey. I was that prey, trembling, wondering whether the next second he would just swoop down and seize me, either take me straight up into the

only sound I could hear was

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 was what my father would have done—but I

wouldn’t disobey him. I just barely managed to keep my

slap

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

blue orbs scanned over my own, as if he

those blue eyes had been like an angry sea, ready to devour lives at any time. But now, when

what a clear and beautiful pair of eyes he

his gaze. All the fear and anxiety faded

swing in my backyard. I was seven at that time, and my mother’s

all

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

cry, but

my own once again, I had to suppress the moan that wanted to escape from me. Never had I felt this feeling inside

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

me and pulled me back from the

“Alpha!”

to ask him… Rosalie, I told

all my courage and asked the question that

you let me go once I work enough to pay back the money you gave my father?” I quickly stammered out. “I’ll work really hard as your maid, or any tasks you assign

hospital bed, willing to chase after him out the door

and turned around, raising his