Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 656

CHAPTER 3: WHO ARE YOU?

*Soren*

When the healer, Lee, arrived with Ashley, I motioned to the bed where the strange young woman slept.

Lee immediately started examining her, frowning and making strange faces.

I looked at Payne and Ashley.

“Wait outside,” I instructed.

Neither of them protested and I shut the door gently behind them.

Crossing my arms, I leaned against the nearest wall and watched Lee examine the girl. The previous night, my drunkenness and fatigue had kept me from seeing anyone but Rosalie. Now I had a chance to really look at her.

She was much younger than I thought, only in her early twenties. No doubt beautiful—the kind of dangerous beauty that was bound to come with a troubled past, secrets, and baggage no one wanted to handle.

Even while she slept, eyes closed, her delicate, soft features had me captivated. She had pale skin, like a porcelain doll, and it was just as perfect and blemish-free as porcelain. And yet, her cheeks were flushed with a gentle rose color, giving her a warm and soft look.

Her hair framed her face perfectly, making her red lips and gentle cheeks pop out noticeably.

Then there was her body… I’d seen more than enough of that to know what was hidden under the sheets. A slim little waist with ample curves in her breasts and hips with a hint of athleticism.

I couldn’t help but appreciate her.

There was more to her than physical attractiveness. Something in her aura told me that what I saw, part of her charm was her ambition. She was a blooming red peony, so rare and vibrant that once seen, no one would look away.

Even as I stared at her, unable to pry my eyes off, I thought of Rosalie. Sweet, gentle, quiet Rosalie. She was a white rose, soft and beautiful but not overbearing. Low key and innocent with a certain grace and elegance that made her stand out.

Nothing like this stranger in my bed.

In her sleep, her lips twitched in a slight smirk and I realized that she had a stubborn streak, perhaps even a little immaturity. The kind of immaturity that leads to rebelliousness and determination. She hadn’t lived long enough for the world to strip that away from her yet.

Seeing that on her face, I realized she was one of the most good-looking women I’d ever laid eyes on…

What the f**k was I thinking?

to fall into bed

were meant to be just that…

I get stuck with

managed to keep my eyes off of her for a short moment, but like a black

had my share of one-night stands. I was a man, after all, I had needs. But there

ask for names, or exchange life stories, we just gave each other what we

my sleepy eyes. Seriously, I must have been hungover because I

because the only woman I had ever loved was someone I couldn’t have. I’d accepted that

not fully. It wouldn’t

betray a woman who was never mine?

love. I had more important things to worry about. That’s why it was safer to keep my

she was just a random

for everyone, but especially for her. I’d never be

bedsheets around and exposed a small splatter of blood. He glanced up at me with a pointed look and

remembered smelling the blood the night before. As it was, in the morning, when I’d put her dress back on, I had seen it on the sheets. The way she’d

might have felt a little bad for taking her

just show up in this village in the middle of a sandstorm. Hell, most women never came to this village even when the weather

about this girl grew more and more as I

suggested. Or, she had a lot of baggage and that was going to bring problems to

we had to know anything about each other’s pasts to have a one-night stand. As it stood, she needed me and I needed her. We could leave it at that, once

isn’t she awake

and dehydration

bed. He’d done

bluntly. “It is a poison that attacks shifters. Best case scenario she loses some of her senses, can’t

It took me by surprise and I spent a moment digesting the

one of the rare and lucky ones if she

she might die?” I asked. Quickly, I glanced at her face again. It

What was I thinking?

this point, I can’t tell whether or not she’ll make it. See, it isn’t just the poison in her system. The two substances could be interacting adversely. Even if

she given?” I asked, creasing

his throat. “Well, she has copious amounts of aphrodisiac running through her system. Normally, someone with that much

thought she was drunk like me! How

it wouldn’t help anyone if I obsessed over this one-night stand. I just needed to focus on getting rid of the problem before it came

own, right?” I asked based on my mild

Lee confirmed with

That’s what is going