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.

***

passed on my road to recovery. Every day I could feel my strength returning and my pain lessening. Soren even

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

going to milk this or drag it

caregiver. She came by regularly with food, clothes,

“Did you sleep well? Are you feeling better?

in the answers to the first

the questions became more routine

was getting used to me being there, or she was

you be leaving?” Ashley asked again as I finished my

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

she’d brought for me. After several

really done a number on them. For a while,

that’s a first,” Ashley said when she saw me wrapping fresh bandages on my

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

still sore but I could finally stand without shaking or

first time since I got there, balancing myself on

front door

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 in, whether close by or at the

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

it

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

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

from outside, the building

were well-kept brick or stones which looked very

which meant that the roof which looked beat up was actually doing a great job protecting the

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

surprised to find that the rundown appearance outside was

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

at me and headed my way.

I said. I’d need my strength to

lunch in 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 zone

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

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

the heck was

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

Well, I thought he’d like to see my backside too, but for an entirely different reason. At least, he seemed to like me

they were enough to

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

a bite of food in my

The little walkabout was enough to exhaust my energy. As soon

didn’t get the rest I was hoping