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 along my

feeling of his fingers on my heated skin reminded

him and make him feel good.

thighs clenched

I wasn’t some lustful woman

but I still considered it sinful because it had been based on gaining

irritation flourished in my abdomen

against his firm chest and pulled away from him. Turning on my heel, I headed straight for the door and across the hall.

to calm me and relax me.

now, I just wanted to feel comfortable in my own body for a

and opened the floorboard where I’d stashed my things. The box was

it on the

was made from dark reddish wood with brass hinges and a matching brass lock. The wood was glossy and the metal fastenings were

was impossible

over the top of the box. It

where the box was made, what pack

box, I couldn’t feel or see the seam

to lift the

Nothing happened.

I tapped the lid. I could hear that the box was hollow inside, which meant it was intended

from under the floorboards and pulled out a small leather pouch with tiny metal tools

have a key didn’t mean I

bed, cradling the box between my knees, and I used my lock-picking tools. Two little metal rods in the lock, one bent,

Click.

“Aha!”

tried again to open the box but it

“Dammit…”

apparently, I would need a key. Just picking the lock wasn’t enough. It was like it had a spell or some

my lock-picking kit

I pushed the box

said to Soren

But Helen probably knew.

as I did about the box I was wrestling with. She was just a figment

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

was making progress,

the box further across the

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

my fists, I slammed them down on my pillow. It

my legs and buried

Why couldn’t I have been adopted by a good, loving family?

out as I expected or wanted. Was this the fate I was born