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.

***

strength returning and my pain

conversations were pleasant and he never made me feel like he was trying to interrogate me or

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

main caregiver. She came by regularly

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

answers to the first two

a few days, the questions became more

used to me being there, or she was just tired of

Ashley asked again as I finished my

tried to convey that I didn’t want to be there any more than she wanted me

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

and feet that still needed to heal. The blisters from the desert heat had really done

saw me wrapping fresh bandages on my own. The cooling,

I tried to make it

whatever,” Ashley muttered. She collected my empty plate and left the room without wanting to converse more. I didn’t mind at all,

were still sore but I could finally stand

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

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

realized that it really was in the middle of the desert. No matter

they were in need of maintenance. Even the inn I

did it survive the

inside when the sun started to feel hot—I didn’t want to aggravate

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 from inside was

bearing walls 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 actually doing

layers of windows. The inside layer was new and clean, while the outside layer gave the building an old and rundown

to find that the rundown appearance outside

stool and my feet were pleased not to have weight on them

my way. “Would

would be great,” I said. I’d

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

regardless how rough and tough they look, kept their decent manner inside the inn, making it a peaceful place for all

enemy, would this be a good option

the heck was I

She’d be happy to see

like to see my backside too, but for an entirely different reason. At least, he

they

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

head and stuffed a bite of food

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

didn’t get the rest I was