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 my

at me,” he

slight hesitation, I lifted my eyes to look

refuse—no one dared

around him, and I couldn’t help but think that he looked like

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

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

sound I could hear was a rumbling caused by my blood

and I half-flinched—I was expecting a slap to land on my face, as that

just barely managed to keep my eyes

slap never

my cheeks, and I smelt the gentle scent of his

my own,

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

clear and beautiful pair

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

I had seen when I was all the 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

all gone. Long

dress that was gifted by her mother as a symbol of happiness, being forced to look up at her new master who had

to cry,

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

as if he was sure of something, he let go of my face,

his musk left me and pulled me back from

“Alpha!”

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

courage and asked the question that might

money you gave my father?” I quickly stammered out. “I’ll work really hard as your maid, or any tasks

hospital bed,

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