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.

***

could feel my strength returning

me feel like he was trying to interrogate me

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

was still my main caregiver. She came by regularly with food,

she asked, “Did you sleep well? Are you feeling

the answers to the first two questions. Only the

few days, the questions became

there, or she

you be leaving?” Ashley asked again as I

I didn’t want to be there any more than she wanted

the bed in a clean outfit she’d brought for me. After several more days, I was strong enough that I didn’t need the painkillers

from the desert heat had really done a number on them.

a first,” Ashley said when she saw me wrapping fresh bandages on my own. The cooling, healing gel was always such

tried to make it

plate and left the room without wanting to converse more.

sore but I could finally stand without shaking or excruciating

left my room for the first time since I got there,

I made it 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

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, whether close by or at the horizon, everything was

like they were in need of maintenance. Even the inn I was staying at could use a layer of new paint

it

inside when the sun started to feel hot—I didn’t want to aggravate my blisters anymore—however, I realized

of this inn had good tastes. It was cozily decorated with comfortable furniture and low lighting, however, that

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

bearing walls were well-kept brick or stones which looked very steady and the other walls

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

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

the

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 way. “Would

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

It was ironic that out of all

safe and…homey. Was it why those around me, regardless how rough and tough they look, kept their decent manner inside

this be a good option

the heck

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

I thought he’d like to see my backside too, but for an entirely

body… oh, they were enough to make me

to think about him—the mysterious man who lived among the rogues, but lived and behaved nothing like a rogue.

bite of food in my mouth

enough to exhaust my energy. As soon as I got

didn’t get the rest I was hoping