Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 672

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.

that I couldn’t stop thinking about

simply to be a reminder

she ran. If she’d just taken that chance then her issues would be

she come back just to torment

or how she impacted me. Maybe this was my punishment for running away and

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

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

for a moment, then her face flushed. I thought it was embarrassment until I saw her clench her hands

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

to block her, but Mila relaxed her

a deep breath and

deeply into my actions,” she said, arching an eyebrow. “You’re free to perceive me however you want,

held my tongue. The insult I threw at her came from my own anger at myself. It wasn’t like I was really mad at her. I knew I was

inside of my lip to keep from smirking. Her reply was… unexpected and intriguing. She was definitely

was. Whatever she wanted, I knew it was about her own survival. 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 suddenly so desperate

and went inside. I left the door open, giving Mila the chance to come in if she chose

***

*Mila*

the door open. I stood in the doorway for a

in the hallway all night. I went in

and he hadn’t offered me a place to sit, so I wasn’t sure if he was going to turn around and

deeper than that. He lashed out in anger, I’ve seen that happen again and again, but I got the feeling

between us as Soren moved around the room, busying himself with picking things up and moving them around. It didn’t look like he had an actual purpose to anything

anything to drink?” I asked, breaking the uncomfortable

me, Soren went straight to a cabinet and pulled out

stomach twisted nervously. That was a little more intimate than what I was thinking. I just wanted a glass of water because my throat was

down on the couch and nodded to the seat beside him.

hands together and bit my lower lip. Drinking wine on a couch

made up my mind that I would do whatever I needed to in order to get his help tonight. This was all about

a comfortable space between us. I

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

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

enemy, so I was guarded and refused to see deeper than his physical features. The room

there was no dancing around that. Who was I kidding? He was more than

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