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,” he

hesitation, I lifted my eyes to

dare refuse—no one dared to disobey

ward cast a soft glow around him, and I couldn’t help but think that

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

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

to breathe. The only sound I could hear was a rumbling caused by my blood rushing to

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

just barely managed to keep

the slap never

hair tickled my cheeks, and I smelt the gentle scent of his musk again

scanned over my own, as if he was

lives at any time. But now, when he looked at

then did I realize what a clear

fear and anxiety faded away—only

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 soil

all gone.

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

cry, but I

the moan that wanted to escape from me.

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

left me and pulled

“Alpha!”

him… Rosalie, I told myself,

all my courage and asked the question that might

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 me… I

I was on my knees in the hospital bed, willing to chase after him

turned around, raising his eyebrow.