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.

***

my strength returning and my pain lessening. Soren even came by to

never made me feel like he was trying to

want me to slow down. But I wasn’t going to milk this or drag it out. I had to be on the

came

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

to the first

a few days, the questions became

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

asked again as I finished

hope,” I 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,

to heal. The blisters from the desert heat had really done a number on them. For a

said when she saw me wrapping fresh bandages on my own. The cooling, healing gel was always

out of here soon,” I tried

room without wanting to

but I could finally stand without shaking

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

front door and out onto the porch, where I was pleasantly greeted by clean, fresh air for the first time in

was in the middle of the desert. No matter what direction I looked in, whether close by or at the horizon, everything was covered or surrounded

like they were in need of maintenance. Even the inn I was staying at could

it survive the

back inside when the sun started to feel hot—I

nicer than the exterior. It was obvious that the owner of this inn had good tastes.

caught my attention was that although it looked beat-up from outside,

looked very steady and the other walls were majorly built with solid

ceiling, there was no sign of aging or damage, which meant that the roof which looked beat up was actually doing

layer was new and

the rundown appearance outside

a stool and my feet were pleased not

headed my way. “Would you like something to

that would be great,” I said. I’d

peace. When was the last time I actually sat down to enjoy a meal? It was ironic that out of

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

by my enemy, would this be

heck was

be happy to see the last of my backside any

but for an entirely

and his body… oh, they

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,

of food in my

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

get the rest I was