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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recovery. Every day I could feel my strength returning and

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

But I wasn’t going to milk this or drag it out. I had to be on

came by regularly with food, clothes,

sleep well? Are you feeling better? When will you be

the answers to

days, the questions became more

she was getting used to me being there, or she

asked again as I

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

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

my hands and feet that still needed to heal. The blisters from the desert heat had really done a number on them. For a

when she saw me wrapping fresh bandages on my

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

She collected my empty plate and left the room without wanting to converse more. I didn’t mind

could finally stand without shaking

since I got there, balancing myself on the

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

the desert. No matter what

in need of maintenance. Even the inn

it

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

obvious that the owner of this inn

from outside, the building

brick or stones which looked very steady and the

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

layer was new and clean, while

find that the rundown

down on a stool and my feet were pleased not to have weight on them anymore. I relaxed my body, listening

my

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

It was ironic that

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

by my enemy, would this

the heck was

She’d be happy to see the last of my backside any

entirely different reason.

his body… oh, they were enough to make me

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

I shook my head and stuffed a bite of food in

little walkabout was enough to exhaust my energy. As soon as I got to the bed, my

I didn’t get the rest I was hoping to