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 my long, loose hair was still half

me,”

hesitation, I lifted my eyes to look

one dared to

a soft glow around him, and I couldn’t

jet-black eyebrows. He was frowning,

the next second he would just swoop down and seize me, either take me straight up into the cloudy sky or

The only sound I could hear

of my eyes, 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 stopped myself, because I still remembered his

wouldn’t disobey him. I just barely

the slap never

tickled my cheeks, and I smelt the gentle scent of his musk again enveloping me like a

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

eyes had been like an angry sea, ready to devour lives

I realize what a clear and beautiful pair of

the fear and anxiety faded away—only the

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

all gone. Long

sitting on a hospital bed, wearing a white dress that was gifted by her mother as a symbol of

wanted to cry, but

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

let go of my face, and took

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

“Alpha!”

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

all my courage and asked the question

to pay back the money you gave my father?”

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

around, raising his eyebrow. He seemed to be processing