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

me feel like he was trying to interrogate me or

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

my main caregiver. She came by regularly with

Are you feeling better? When

in the answers to the first two questions.

days, the questions became more routine than

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

asked again as I finished

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

the edge of the bed in a clean outfit she’d brought for me. After several more days, I was

heat had really done a number on them. For a while, I couldn’t change the bandages because my fingers

on my

be out of here soon,” I tried to

room without wanting to

could

first time since I got there, balancing myself on the

downstairs. No one stopped me as I limped through the front door and out onto the porch, where I was

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

it

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

lot nicer than the exterior. It was obvious that the owner of this inn had good tastes. It was cozily decorated with comfortable

beat-up from outside, the building structure

which looked very steady and the other

or damage, which meant that the roof which looked beat

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

find that the rundown appearance outside was

and my feet were pleased

bartender smiled at me and headed my

great,” I said. I’d need my

down to enjoy a meal? It was ironic that out of all the places in the world, it was in the rogue

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 for all who

enemy, would this be a good option

heck was

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

to see my backside too, but for an entirely

oh, they were

not to think about him—the 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 though

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

energy. As soon as I got to the bed, my eyes

didn’t get the rest I was