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.

I heard his voice, the thick fogginess receded and I was more connected to the world and

open my mouth and call out to them but I

soothing voice asked, tugging

think she is here?” the younger voice asked,

talking about

We aren’t on a map and without a guide that already knows the way, few people can find their way

She isn’t exactly strong. She’s young and doesn’t

survived the

screamed into the echoing void. This was

long had I been here like

the heavier and denser the fog became. My mind was slipping into darkness. I

to my body at all. Did I still have arms and legs? Did I have a mouth? I knew I had ears because I could hear them

Was I a ghost?

I felt that! But where

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

Would they send me

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 to cut through

didn’t press,

shouldn’t have asked that question,” the younger man said. “It’s just that there have been regional wars. They don’t impact us

That sounded familiar, and it didn’t. I could barely string a thought together as the fog closed in

hard to stay away from the outside world and to stay out of all their issues,” the young man continued. “It would be a shame if we invited that trouble in, no matter how

dense fog. I felt like it was getting

for the other packs to get a spy past our security?

he didn’t speak, as much as I willed

know this Soren guy but I felt he was

to get to know him. Having a friend or ally with power

rang in my ears, “We don’t want

the packs would want to

wasn’t a spy, was

the fog cleared. I was still wandering through a misty world but

Was I in danger?

a chance

remember

unbearable before. Now, it was numb, almost pleasantly numb, or

to get up and run away. Besides, where else would I go, back to the desert? I nearly died the last time.