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

like he was

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

came by regularly with food, clothes,

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

interested in the answers to the first two

few days, the questions became more routine than

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

asked again as I finished

that I didn’t want to be

for me.

from the desert heat had really done

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

I’ll be out of here soon,” I tried to make

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

sore but I could finally stand without

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

stopped me as I limped through the front door and out onto the porch, where I was pleasantly greeted

porch railing. As I looked around the village, I realized that it really was in the middle of the desert.

of maintenance. Even the inn I was staying

did it survive

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

the owner of this inn had good

although it looked beat-up from outside, the building structure from inside

very steady and the other walls were majorly built with solid

or damage, which meant that the roof which looked beat up was

inside layer was new and clean, while the outside layer

find that the rundown appearance outside

my feet were pleased not to have weight on them anymore. I relaxed my body, listening to the conversation and soft music emanated

headed my way. “Would

said. I’d need my strength to get

ate my lunch in peace. When was the last time I actually sat down to enjoy a meal? It was ironic

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 chose

enemy, would this be a good option for me to

the heck

be happy

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

oh, they were enough

think about him—the mysterious man who lived among the rogues, but lived and behaved nothing like a rogue. If anything, he was like

stuffed a bite of food

my energy. As

I didn’t get the rest I