Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 672

Chapter 19 : Why Should I Help You?

*Soren*

After sending Payne on another recon mission, I headed back to the hotel. Instead of following Mila directly, I sent him to keep an eye on the bounty hunters.

I made my way to the top floor and headed toward my room. Halfway down the hallway, I paused.

A slender, brunette beauty leaned against my door. She wore a familiar white sundress, her brown hair rippling down her back like a chocolate waterfall.

She had her ankles crossed and leaned against my door casually, but also in a way that made it impossible not to see the perfect shape of her body.

“Rosalie?” I murmured, thinking that maybe I was dreaming again.

The woman turned around and smiled gently, nodding to me.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes at myself. No, it wasn’t Rosalie. It never would be.

Instead, Mila stood there. Inwardly, I chastised myself. What the f**k was I thinking? Why was I still thinking about Rosalie? There was seriously something wrong with me.

I approached Mila, crossing my arms.

“Why are you here? What do you want?” I asked sharply.

Mila licked her lips and tried to smile again. I saw her jaw tense, her lips strained. She forced her smile wider.

“I was waiting for you,” she said in a soft, sultry voice.

I pursed my lips and arched an eyebrow at her. Less than an hour ago, she yelled at me to stay away from her and ran off again. She made it clear she wanted nothing to do with me and nothing from me.

And yet, here she was, at my door, wearing an outfit obviously meant to entice me.

I narrowed my eyes at her.

The dress wasn’t all that was different. She’d showered. I could smell the nice fragrance of her shampoo.

What was she up to? Most women who tell a man to leave them alone and run off don’t come back an hour later looking for something… deeper.

easily. It bothered me that I couldn’t

life simply to be a reminder of what

hadn’t tried to stop her once she ran. If she’d just taken

back just

didn’t know anything about Rosalie or how she impacted me. Maybe this was my punishment for running away and abandoning my family. The Moon Goddess would never let me forget

Mila was my punishment, I didn’t have to make

up and show up at a man’s door in the middle of the night?”

chest. She looked offended for a moment, then her face

me with a knife before, I wouldn’t put it past her

arm, ready to block

and

actions,” she said, arching an eyebrow. “You’re free to perceive me however you want, but if that’s what you think of women, that sounds more

anger at myself. It wasn’t like I

from smirking. Her reply was… unexpected and

She wouldn’t be here unless she was desperate and that made me curious. What could have happened in the past hour to make her

opened the hotel room door and went inside. I left the door open, giving Mila

***

*Mila*

I stood in the doorway for a

came for by standing out in

the room and I leaned against the doorframe. He hadn’t really invited me in and he hadn’t offered me a

it was at me, but it felt deeper than that. He lashed out in anger, I’ve seen that happen again and again, but I got the feeling that he

hung between us as Soren moved around the room, busying himself with picking things up and

have anything to drink?”

straight to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of wine and

little more intimate than what I was thinking.

without speaking, Soren sat down on the couch and nodded to the seat beside him. He set the glasses

bit my lower lip. Drinking wine on a couch

I had made up my mind that I would do whatever I needed to in order to

shifted slightly on the couch, making a comfortable space between

I looked him over. The light in the room was dim but I was close enough to

I’d looked at him before and I’d seen how handsome and attractive he was. I’d never really

refused to see deeper than his physical features. The room was so relaxed and I could

He was more than

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