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 and

like he was trying to interrogate me or rush the healing

to slow down. But I wasn’t going to milk this or

main caregiver. She came

you sleep well? Are you feeling

to the first two questions. Only the

the questions became more

me being there, or she was just tired

leaving?” Ashley asked again as I finished my

convey that I didn’t

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

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

fresh bandages on my own. The cooling, healing gel was always such a

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

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

could finally stand without shaking

time since I got there, balancing myself on the wall

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

sighed happily and leaned against 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

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

did it

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

inn had good tastes. It was cozily

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

were well-kept brick or stones which looked very

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

was new and clean, while the outside layer gave the building an old and rundown

surprised to find that the rundown appearance outside was only

pleased not to have weight on

smiled at me and headed my

great,” I said. I’d need my

was the last time I actually sat down to enjoy a meal? It was ironic that out of all the places in the

me, regardless how rough and tough they look, kept their decent manner

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

heck

hated me and wanted me gone. She’d be happy to see

my backside too, but for an entirely

they were

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

a bite of food in my mouth in case I

back to my room. The little walkabout was enough to exhaust my energy. As soon as I got to the bed,

get the rest I