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 lessening. Soren even

conversations were pleasant and he never made me feel like

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

came by regularly with food, clothes,

“Did you sleep well? Are you feeling

interested in the answers to the first two questions.

few days, the questions became

she was just tired of asking and getting the

Ashley asked again

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

the edge of the bed in a clean outfit she’d brought for me. After several more

The blisters from the desert heat had really done a number on them. For a while, I couldn’t change the bandages because my

wrapping fresh bandages on my own. The cooling, healing

soon,” I tried to

collected my empty plate and left the room without wanting to

could finally stand without shaking or excruciating

time since I got there, balancing myself on the

through the front door

the porch railing. As I looked around the village, I realized that it really was in the middle of the desert. No matter what direction I looked in,

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

it survive

when the sun started to feel hot—I didn’t want

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

was that although it looked beat-up from outside, the building

very steady and the other

of aging or damage, which meant that the roof which looked beat

was new and clean,

the rundown appearance outside was

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

and headed my way. “Would you like

said. I’d

time I actually sat down to enjoy a meal? It was ironic that out of

made people feel safe and…homey. Was it why those around me, regardless how rough and tough

enemy, would this be a good option for me

heck was I

happy to see the last of

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

they were enough to make

and behaved nothing like a rogue. If anything, he was

stuffed a bite of food in my mouth in case

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 didn’t get the rest I was hoping to