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?

eye f*****g a twenty-something-year-old girl who happened to fall

meant to be just that… one

I get stuck with her

of her for a short moment, but like a black

man, after all, I had needs. But there were rules. The first and biggest rule was that after that one-night, we went our separate

stories, we just gave each other what we needed and then we were

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

romantic life in a 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

fully. It wouldn’t be fair to them and

betray a woman who was never mine? Love was useless

keep my heart in a place far away and unreachable, I knew I’d

the bed, she was

was best for everyone, but especially for her. I’d never be able to

splatter of blood. He glanced up at me with a pointed look

put her dress back on, I had seen it on the sheets. The way

taking

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

girl grew more and more as I considered the circumstances of her

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 was whether she was

one-night stand. As it stood, she needed me and I needed her. We could leave it at that, once she woke

awake

blistering and dehydration from the desert. And she’d been asleep for hours.

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

Best case scenario she loses some of her senses, can’t use the mindlink or sense the mate bond, and

took me by surprise and I spent a

“She appears to be one of the rare and lucky ones

I asked. Quickly, I glanced at her face again. It would be

What was I thinking?

make it. See, it isn’t just the poison in her system. The two substances could be interacting adversely. Even if the poison wasn’t meant to be fatal, it could still be,”

she given?”

she has copious amounts of aphrodisiac running through her system. Normally, someone with that much in their blood would be… very amorous, but it

was drunk like me! How was I supposed to know

I obsessed over this one-night stand. I just needed to focus on

out on its own, right?” I asked based

confirmed with

you can do about the poison? That’s what is going to kill