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

at me,” he commanded

my eyes to look at

didn’t dare refuse—no one

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

eyebrows. He was frowning, as if he was full

he bent down, his piercing blue 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 down and seize me, either

breathe. The only sound I could hear was a rumbling

a slap to land on my face, as that was what my father would have

wouldn’t disobey him. I just barely managed to

the slap never

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

over my own, as if he

angry sea, ready to devour lives at any time. But now, when

clear and beautiful pair of eyes he

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

me of the clear sky 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

all

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

wanted to cry, but

skin touched my own once 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 took a step back

of his musk left me

“Alpha!”

him… Rosalie, I told myself, you have to

courage and asked the question that

my father?” I quickly stammered out. “I’ll work really hard as your maid,

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

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