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?

twenty-something-year-old girl who happened to fall

were meant to be

did I get stuck

I shook my head. I managed to keep my eyes off of her for a short moment, but

stands. I was a man, after all, I had needs. But there

life stories, we just gave each other

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

long time. Mostly because the only woman I had ever loved was someone I couldn’t have. I’d accepted that I would never have Rosalie but I also accepted that

anyone else, not fully. It wouldn’t be fair to them and it would eat me alive

betray a woman who was never mine? Love

things to worry about. That’s why it was safer to keep my heart in a place far away and

the bed, she was just a random

I’d never be able

blood. He

back on, I had seen it on the sheets.

different, I might have felt a little bad for taking her virginity. But I knew enough to know she wasn’t an

fragile women didn’t just show up in this village in the middle of a sandstorm. Hell, most women never came to this village even

more as

problem, a spy like Payne suggested. Or, she had a lot of baggage and that was going to bring problems to my doorstep. Whatever she was, I didn’t care about the details. All that mattered to me

pasts to have a one-night stand. As it stood, she needed me

awake yet?” I

were no visible injuries on her body, nothing more than a little blistering and dehydration from the desert.

around her and left her lying on the bed. He’d done a thorough examination and the look in his eyes

case scenario she loses

spent a moment digesting the news. “And…

of the rare and lucky ones if she

asked. Quickly, I glanced at her face again. It would be a shame for someone

What was I thinking?

in her system. The two substances

she given?” I asked, creasing

through her system. Normally, someone with that much in their blood would be… very amorous, but it appears her needs have been…

she was drunk like me!

obsessed over this one-night stand. I just needed to focus on getting rid of the problem before

its own, right?” I asked based on my mild

confirmed

there anything you can do about the poison? That’s what