Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 663

Chapter 10 Take care, Mila

*Soren*

As Mila disappeared, I watched her figure grow smaller in the nighttime shadows. There were lights lining the village streets, which allowed me to see her more clearly as she ran under them but she seemed to be purposefully sticking to the shadows as much as possible.

There was no hesitation in her departure. She didn’t look back and she didn’t slow down. Clearly, she didn’t want to be here. That was probably for the best.

Her scent clung to the door and the walls in the hallway. I breathed it in and held it at the back of my nose. In just a few days, her scent would fade completely and I’d forget it all together.

For some reason, the thought of forgetting her scent saddened me a little.

I frowned and looked at the guards still standing around.

“Return to your posts,” I told everyone.

The guards muttered their agreement and lumbered off.

More often than not, my men here was to keep people out, not keep people in. If Mila wanted to leave, no one should force her to stay.

However, as I stood in the empty hallway and stared out the door she’d left open, I couldn’t help but wonder why she was in such a hurry? What was so urgent that she had to leave in the middle of the night?

I should have been relieved that she was gone. She had too many unknowns hanging around her. I only had a snippet of her past to go on and it was enough to know that keeping her around would be problematic.

Showing up out of nowhere, poisoned with Blackfire and an aphrodisiac, ending up in my bed… It screamed trouble.

Not to mention, her intentional poisoning with the Trial of Blackfire. Who would do that to themselves?

Then that night came back to my mind in a flood and I held my breath as flickers of her lips seeking mine, how her body felt in my arms, the way she begged me…

“Ugh.” I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts.

It was the one-night stand that lasted two weeks. I was glad it was over, wasn’t I?

I just wanted to forget about her. I wanted to shake her off and move on… but I couldn’t. Something deep inside clawed at me.

Disappointment.

that she

looked so similar from behind. I couldn’t help equating Mila’s

years ago, had she been as determined and desperate as Mila to get away from

my hands into fists. Who was I? I barely recognized this self-pitying version of myself.

was, I might never see Rosalie again. Nor would I see Mila. I just had

start that she was trouble. Now that I knew her history, I was more sure of it. So why did

I shook my

no reason to be sentimental after all these years. I’d made my peace with it

beauty’s drama was not something

was gone. That’s how it was meant to be. That was the best thing for all

to live my life. Having Mila around only seemed to bring up memories of Rosalie. Now that she was gone, I could return to

know any better,” Ashley said,

around. I hadn’t even heard

Ashley continued. “All she wanted to do was run off like you and your guys are the enemy. That’s not fair. She doesn’t know anything about you or these shifters. Kind of bratty,

was Ashley’s way of comforting me

know better. She’s just doing what she feels

she could have still shown appreciation. We helped her a lot,” Ashley said

out. “Have

and she

that she was trouble. I mean, she was randomly plopped in your bed. Who does that? People that are trouble, that’s who! I just feel bad for you. She wasn’t worth the effort and

happened to occur because she was in the right place at

woods and helped it. She was the wounded bird with a broken wing. I’d just put her back in her nest so she’d be safe from

was flying on her

that she was staring out

not have survived without you. I’m sure she would have thanked you if she saw you and

she is just

decided to

that tonight’s excitement is over, don’t you still have inventory to do?” I asked her

“I wasn’t going to let you stand here like a statue and stare after someone

am a big boy and can handle these things. What I can’t handle is running out of food and booze. No one wants to be

Ashly muttered. She headed down the hall,

as she was gone, Payne appeared

just come from. Over the years, Payne’s footfall had been lighter. One of the common traits of

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