Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 655

Chapter 2 His Name Is Soren

The ebb and flow of water gently rocked me back and forth to the rhythm of waves. The smell of the sea lingered all around me and I couldn’t help but believe that I was on a boat.

I leaned into the rocking. It felt pleasant, calm, and soothing, like it would lull me to sleep forever.

Was I asleep?

I tried to sit up but couldn’t. I tried to open my eyes but couldn’t. I tried to open my mouth to call out but couldn’t.

‘Hello…?’ I attempted to reach out through the mindlink but was only rewarded with the hollow echo of my voice in the void.

I must have been alone.

Relaxed, I thought, if I was alone, even if I was dreaming, I had to be safe.

All I wanted was to rock in that gentle rhythm until the end of time. I felt safe and protected in that space, surrounded by warmth and the constant lapping of water, like waves against a boat.

Words came to me. Like a muffled whisper, they softly brushed against my ears but I couldn’t make sense of them. I just knew they weren’t mine.

Suddenly, the gentle, rocking ocean vanished and I came crashing down to earth. Fog surrounded my senses and I was trudging through thick chowder, trying to find my way back to some normalcy. I had to wake up.

The words around me got louder and more clear, like the more I struggled against the thick, chowdery fog, the closer I got to those voices.

The first voice I latched onto was deep, composed and soothing. His tone was dominating and authoritative but fresh and familiar. It made me feel safe again.

“Do some investigation on her,” he ordered.

A younger voice spoke next. “Yes, of course, Soren.”

The speaker was respectful, but he wasn’t nearly as pleasant as the previous man.

“Ask the healer to come to my room, as well,” the first voice continued and I took another set towards consciousness. I wished he would speak again, and again.

Soren… was that the name of the first man, the one whose voice I wanted to hear?

It was a rather unusual name. I liked it. The name alone was enough to send a pleasant shudder through me.

voice, the thick fogginess receded and I was more connected to the world and to myself. When his voice was gone, I

to open my mouth and call out to them but I couldn’t control my

it?” Soren’s soothing voice asked, tugging on

why do you think she is here?” the younger voice asked,

talking

a guide that already knows the way, few people can find their way here even with perfect weather,

exactly strong. She’s young and doesn’t look like she’s in the best health,”

to know how I’d survived the desert and made it to this village.

screamed into the echoing void. This was

had I

to find my way back to myself. The longer the silence dragged on, the heavier and denser

Did I still have arms and legs? Did I have a mouth? I knew I had ears because I

Was I a ghost?

on my arm, I felt that! But

fog. I wanted to know who was there. Who was talking about me and did I need

dangerous? Would they send

I needed to hear the first voice again. I wanted to feel that soothing and safety deep in my bones. He would ground me. With his voice, I’d be able

didn’t press, and Soren stayed

just that there have been regional wars. They don’t impact us directly, but the outside always seems to be closing in on us. None of us want that. I know you don’t,

string a

the outside world and to stay out of all their issues,” the

was enough to help me cut through the dense fog. I felt like it was getting thinner, and if I could just hold onto that sound, I’d make

And what better way for the other packs to get a spy past our security? None of us would expect such a pretty face to

he didn’t speak, as much as I willed it with my

this Soren guy but I felt he was

Having a friend or ally with

my ears,

that the packs would want to spy on

a spy, was

thoughts clicked into clarity and the denseness of the fog cleared. I was

Was I in danger?

a chance to explain myself? Would they help me if they knew

remember where

still remember it was almost unbearable before. Now, it was numb, almost pleasantly numb, or it would be pleasant if I could just

panic rose in my chest. I still wasn’t strong enough to get up and run away. Besides, where else would