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.

***

road to recovery. Every day I could feel my strength returning and my pain lessening. Soren even came by to check on me every day

made me feel like he

he seemed to want me to slow down. But I wasn’t going to milk this or drag it out. I had to be on the move,

my main caregiver. She came by regularly with food,

sleep well? Are

to the first

the questions became

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

asked

I tried to convey that I didn’t want to be there any more than

brought for me. After several more days, I was strong enough that I didn’t need the

blisters from the desert heat had really done a number on them. For a while, I

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

I tried to make it easy for both of

She collected my empty plate and left the room without wanting to converse more. I didn’t mind at all,

sore but I could finally stand without

room for the first time since I got there,

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

it really was in the middle of the desert. No matter what direction I looked in,

Even the inn I was staying at could use a layer of new paint

it survive the

hot—I didn’t want to

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 low lighting, however, that wasn’t what drew

although it looked beat-up from outside, the building structure from inside was totally the

or stones which looked very

up at the ceiling, there was no sign of aging or damage, which meant that the roof

layer was new

to find that the rundown

pleased not to have weight on them anymore. I relaxed my body, listening

and headed my way.

I said. I’d need my strength to get back

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

regardless how rough and tough they look, kept their decent manner inside the inn,

enemy, would this

heck was

gone. She’d be happy to see the last of my backside any

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

they were enough to make

a rogue.

my head and stuffed a bite of food in my mouth in

I headed back to 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 to fall asleep

didn’t get the rest