Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 660

Chapter 7 : What Choice Do I Have?

“I really appreciate all the help, I do, but…”

I couldn’t pull away from Soren’s intense look. His eyes swam with concern. My throat tightened and I tried to swallow, but it hurt.

All I wanted to do was get out of there! I wanted to get out of bed, be able to stand on my own two feet, put on some new clothes, and leave. There was too much on the line if I stayed put.

Besides, whenever I smelled Soren, felt his warm body, or looked into his eyes, I was like a giddy, lovesick puppy. That just wouldn’t do. Not to mention that lady friend of his. Ashley… She really didn’t want me around.

“Your friend is right… it is time for me to leave,” I insisted.

I tried to pull away from Soren and stand on my own. My legs shook and I plopped down on the bed. Tremors ran through my body and I felt weak and faint.

How could I get anywhere like this?

I had to try again. Gritting my teeth, I tried to stand. I strained every muscle in my body but I could only rise a few inches before I fell back on the bed.

A heavy, calming hand rested on my shoulder, keeping me still.

I sighed and looked up at Soren. His hand was more comforting than it should have been. It was like that one touch told me I could trust him and that everything would be okay.

“You know, you can take it easy when you need to. No one will think less of you for taking time to recover after what you’ve been through,” he said kindly.

I scoffed and shook my head. “I really need to move on.”

“If you’re concerned about your safety, no one here will hurt you. I will make sure of it. Stay and rest until you are strong enough to make it on your own. I’m not sending you out there to die before you get to the edge of the village.”

His sentiment was almost nice but there was a passive-aggressive undertone. After all the trouble he’d gone through to help patch me up, he wasn’t going to see me throw it all away.

If only he knew the danger he was inviting by allowing me to stay. If he did, he might not have helped me at all.

What choice did I have?

I could stay here among strangers and trust Soren’s words. A stranger, an ambitious male that could easily use me for his own gain.

Or, I could take my chances and run away. Too weak to walk on my own, I’d never get far. Soren was right about that. I’d be far too vulnerable out in the open, stumbling around. It would also draw too much attention.

“Thank you,” I said. At least, so far, Soren hadn’t acted like a villain…yet. I really didn’t have many choices. It was the better of two bad options.

After that, my strength completely sapped, I laid back on the bed and got comfortable on the pillows.

“You’re welcome,” he replied and left the room, locking it for me before sleep took me quickly.

***

returning and my pain

and he never made me feel like

seemed to want me to slow down. But I wasn’t going to milk this or drag it out. I had to

caregiver. She came by regularly with food, clothes, and

Are you feeling

interested in the answers to

a few days, the questions became more

she was getting used to me being there, or she was just tired of asking and

asked again as I finished my

to convey that I didn’t want to be there

me.

that still needed to heal. The blisters from the desert heat had really done a

she saw me wrapping fresh bandages on my own. The cooling, healing gel was always such a relief on my

tried to make

room without wanting to

still sore but I could finally stand

the first time since I got there, balancing myself on the

downstairs. No one stopped me as I limped through the front door and out onto the porch, where I was pleasantly greeted by clean, fresh air for the first time in

in the middle of the desert. No matter what direction I looked in, whether close by or at the horizon, everything was covered or surrounded by

buildings were shabby and looked like they were in need of maintenance. Even the inn

it survive the

to feel hot—I didn’t

of the inn was a lot nicer than the exterior. It was obvious that the owner of this inn had good tastes. It was cozily decorated with comfortable furniture and

caught my attention was that although it looked beat-up from outside, the

looked very steady and the other

damage, which meant that the roof which looked beat up was actually doing

noticed that there were two layers of windows. The inside layer was new and clean, while the outside layer gave the building an old

find that the rundown appearance outside was only a

fast and I hobbled to the bar. I plopped down on a stool and my feet were pleased not to have weight on them anymore. I relaxed my body, listening to the conversation and soft music emanated from

bartender smiled at me and headed my way.

said. I’d need my strength to get back

ate my lunch in peace. When was the last time I actually sat down to enjoy a meal? It was ironic that out of all the places in the world, it was in the rogue zone where

it why those around me, regardless how rough and tough they look, kept their decent manner inside the inn,

my enemy, would this be a good option for me to

heck was I

happy

he’d like to see my backside too, but for an entirely different reason. At least, he seemed to like me and

and his body… oh, they were enough to

among the rogues, but lived and behaved nothing like a rogue. If anything, he was like an elegant alpha, or even a graceful royal, even though I’d never

and stuffed a bite of food in my mouth

my room. The little walkabout was enough to exhaust my energy. As soon as I got to the bed, my eyes closed and I was ready

rest