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.

receded and I was more connected to the world and to

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

soothing voice asked, tugging on

you think she is here?” the younger

talking

already knows the way, few people can find their way here even with perfect weather, let alone in a sandstorm…”

She’s young and doesn’t look like she’s

He wanted to know how I’d survived the desert and

into the echoing

I

myself. The longer the silence dragged on, the heavier and denser the fog became. My mind was slipping into darkness. I couldn’t

legs? Did I have a mouth?

Was I a ghost?

arm, I felt that! But

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

Would

again. I wanted to feel that soothing and safety deep in my bones. He would ground me. With

younger voice didn’t press,

have been regional wars. They don’t impact us directly, but the outside always seems to be closing in

barely string a thought together as the fog closed

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

soft, low growl from Soren. Even his growl was enough to help me cut through the dense fog. I felt like it was getting thinner,

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

grunted. Still, he didn’t speak, as much as I

even know this Soren guy but I felt he was someone I could rely

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

rang in my ears,

were these people that the packs

wasn’t a

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

Was I in danger?

thought I was a spy. Would I get a chance to explain myself? Would they help me

remember where

it was numb,

run away. Besides, where else would I go, back to the desert? I nearly died the