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.

***

on my road to recovery. Every day I could feel my strength returning and

like

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,

still my main caregiver. She came

you sleep well? Are you feeling

to the first two

days, the questions

to me being there, or she

asked

didn’t want to be there any

for me. After several more days, I

and feet that still needed to heal. The blisters from the desert heat had really done a number on them. For a while,

when she saw me wrapping fresh bandages on my own. The cooling, healing

I’ll be out of here soon,” I tried to make it easy

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

were still sore but I could finally

room for the first time since I got there, balancing myself on the wall along the

me as I limped through the front door and out onto the porch, where I was pleasantly greeted by

around the village, I realized that it really was in the middle of the desert. No matter what direction I looked in, whether close by or at the horizon, everything was

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

did it survive

went back inside when the sun started to feel hot—I

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,

although it looked beat-up from outside, the

very steady and the other walls were majorly built with

damage, which meant that the roof which looked

were two layers of windows. The inside layer was new and clean, while the outside layer

find that the rundown appearance outside was

fast and I hobbled to the bar. I plopped down on a stool and my feet were pleased not to have

at me and headed my way. “Would

that would be great,” I said. I’d need my strength to get

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

why those around me, regardless how rough and tough they look,

chased by my enemy, would this

the heck was

and wanted me gone. She’d be happy to see the last of

see my backside too, but for an entirely different

oh, they were enough

lived among the rogues, but lived and behaved nothing like a rogue. If anything, he was like an elegant alpha, or even

shook my head and stuffed a bite of food in my mouth in case I really was

enough to exhaust my energy. As soon as I got

I didn’t get the rest I