Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 676

Chapter 23 : Whatever You Want, I’ll Help You

Soren broke out in laughter, throwing his head back. He clutched his chest and shook his head.

I stared at him. What was he trying to pull? I had no idea how to respond to his sudden outburst of laughter.

Slowly, he stopped laughing and sighed. When he looked at me again, his features were composed and professional.

“I’ll help you,” he stated simply. He did not ask for additional favors and he didn’t make more s****l jokes. He didn’t question me further, he just agreed to my terms.

In fact, he didn’t even ask who Helen was.

A pit formed in my stomach. What if he already knew Helen? What if he was using me to get to her?

I didn’t know who she was but I didn’t want to lead a potential threat to her.

Soren’s willingness to help without actually demanding further payment concerned me. Was I giving him everything he wanted?

What if getting his help meant that I was putting Helen and myself in a worse situation?

It was too late to second guess. I’d set myself on this path and whatever Soren’s intentions were, I needed to bide my time. This was a long, complicated game of wits and strategy between the two of us. I needed to evaluate each move and figure out what was the most beneficial thing for me to do.

Lost in thought, I didn’t notice Soren move until his arms were around me.

I gasped as my breasts pressed against his chest and our legs brushed together. His bare chest was firm and warm. I could practically feel the hot blood running through his veins as his skin pressed against my arms.

“Wha…”

I tried to wriggle free but he was too strong.

Soren grabbed my chin between his fingers and lifted my face. He stared into my eyes and smiled lightly.

“I told you, Mila, whatever you want, I’ll help you get it,” he purred.

It sounded familiar. Last night, when my mind and body had been exhausted and sated, he’d spoken those words to me. I almost thought I dreamed them.

Staring into Soren’s eyes and thinking about last night, my stomach fluttered and my heart hammered heavily in my chest, like a hammer on an anvil. I worried he’d feel my heart and I tried to step away again.

Soren shook his head and tightened his arm around my waist. “Do you remember?” he asked huskily.

I nodded slowly. “I-I remember.”

My breath rushed out of my lungs and my cheeks warmed. A blush covered my face, neck and bosom and I noticed Soren’s eyes roam over me quickly. He bounced his eyebrows as he traced my flushed skin with his eyes.

released my chin and brushed his fingers

The feeling of his fingers on my heated

him and make him

clenched with

wasn’t some lustful woman with

still considered it sinful because it had been based

flourished in my abdomen and

heel, I headed straight for the door and across the hall. I shut and locked the door so Soren wouldn’t try to follow

water cool to calm me and relax me. When my shower was over, I changed into something comfortable and kept

wanted to feel

the floorboard where I’d stashed my

the bed and

and a matching brass lock. The wood was glossy and the metal fastenings were polished.

impossible to tell

fingers over the top of the box. It

no writing, or anything to tell me where the box was made, what

a lock on the box, I couldn’t

lift the lock and see if the box

Nothing happened.

I could hear that the box was hollow inside, which meant it was intended to

pack from under the floorboards and pulled out a

didn’t mean I couldn’t get

little metal rods in the lock, one bent, and I rolled them around each other, listening for the sound

Click.

“Aha!”

again to open the box

“Dammit…”

It was like it had a spell

locks and mystical locks. Unfortunately, my lock-picking kit only worked on

pushed the

idea what was in there. Everything I said to Soren was completely made up. I

But Helen probably knew.

much about Helen as I did about the box I was wrestling with.

everything she’d told me in my dreams had been real. I’d followed her instructions to Miltern, and seen the woods where I’d been in my dreams, but there was still no sign of her and no hint as to what the box was

was making progress, I was just left

kicked the box further across the

couldn’t I make anything work? Why couldn’t I get my questions answered? I wanted to stop living this life of running and hiding and just be

down on my pillow. It puffed up and sighed as air rushed out

in a ball, leaning against the headboard. I hugged my legs and buried my face in my knees. Disappointment crept in like a dark shadow covering my

have to be like this? Why couldn’t I have been adopted by a good, loving

or wanted. Was this the fate I was born into