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.

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returning and my pain

like he was trying to interrogate

to milk this

caregiver. She came by

well? Are

interested in the answers to the first

the questions became more routine than

me being there, or she was just tired of asking and getting the same

asked again as I

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

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

was my hands and feet that still needed 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

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

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

wanting to converse more. I didn’t mind at all, for I had my

were still sore but I could finally stand

my room for the first time since I got

tricky but 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

really was in the middle of the desert. No matter what direction I looked in, whether close by or at the horizon, everything was covered or surrounded by the

maintenance. Even the inn I was staying

did it

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

of the inn was a lot nicer than the exterior. It was obvious that the owner of this inn

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

walls were well-kept brick or stones which looked very steady

of aging or damage, which meant that the roof which looked beat up was actually doing a great

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

find that the rundown

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 body, listening to

my way. “Would you like something

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

was the last time I actually sat down to enjoy a meal? It was ironic

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

this be a good option

heck was I

happy to see the last of my backside

my backside too, but for an entirely different reason. At least, he seemed to like me and was willing

scent and his body… oh, they were enough

rogues, but lived and behaved nothing like a rogue. If anything, he was like an

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

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

the rest I was hoping