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 to myself. When his voice was gone, I felt like I

back into the fog. I tried to open my mouth and call out

Soren’s soothing voice asked,

she is here?” the younger voice

he talking

one should know about this place. We aren’t on a map and without a guide that already knows the way, few people can find their way here even with perfect weather, let alone in a sandstorm…” the

young and doesn’t look like she’s

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

screamed into the

long had I been here like

swirling through the fog, trying to find my way back to myself. The longer the silence dragged on, the heavier and denser the fog became. My mind was slipping into darkness. I couldn’t see through it no

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

Was I a ghost?

hand on my arm, I felt that! But

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

Would they send

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 the

younger voice didn’t press,

apologies, Soren. I shouldn’t have asked that question,” the younger man said. “It’s just that there have been regional wars. They don’t impact us directly, but the outside always seems to

That sounded familiar, and it didn’t. I could barely string a thought together

work 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

Soren. Even his growl 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

getting in. 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 be treacherous,”

speak, as much as I willed it

but I felt he was

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

my ears, “We don’t want to let in a

the packs would want

a spy, was

was still wandering through a misty world but it wasn’t as

Was I in danger?

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

couldn’t even remember

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

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