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.

***

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

me feel like he was trying to interrogate me or rush the

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

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

asked, “Did you sleep well? Are you feeling better? When

the answers to the first two questions.

questions

was getting used to me being there, or she was

Ashley asked again

said. I tried to convey that I didn’t want to be there any

brought for me.

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

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

I tried to make it easy for both of

the room without wanting to converse more. I didn’t mind at all, for I had my

still sore but I could finally

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

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

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

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

did it survive

hot—I didn’t want to aggravate my

inn 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

my attention was that although it looked beat-up from

stones which looked very steady and the other walls were majorly

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

two layers of windows. The inside layer was new and clean,

the rundown appearance outside was only a

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

smiled at me and headed my way. “Would

I’d need my strength to

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 world, it was in the rogue

have some magical charm which made people feel safe and…homey. Was it why those around me, regardless how rough and tough they look, kept their decent manner inside the inn, making it a peaceful place

enemy, would this be a good option for

heck was

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

too, but for an entirely different reason. At

and his body… oh, they

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

a bite of food in my mouth in case I really

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

I didn’t get the rest I was hoping