Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 715

Chapter 60 : A Moment of Relief

*Soren*

I lounged on the cot, propping my head up with my arm. Mila peeled my bandage off and I watched her movements as she unwrapped the bandage.

A small frown forced her lips down as she looked over the leg.

“Soren, it has been three days. Your wounds aren’t healing. Why is that?” Mila asked.

Eros had given me that putrid smelling poultice three days ago and the bleeding had stopped. The wounds hadn’t scabbed over or begun to heal. Mila was checking every day and whenever that little frown touched her lips, I knew what was on her mind.

Sighing, I shrugged and nudged her with my leg. “Maybe I’m just getting old.”

Mila rolled her eyes. “Stop making it sound like nothing. This isn’t nothing… aren’t you concerned at all?”

“Sure,” I said, shrugging again.

Mila narrowed her eyes at me. “Why do I not believe you?”

“Mila, my concern is about you running away again, especially while I’m sick,” I said, sighing.

I was surprised she’d stuck around as long as she had. Why hadn’t she run off yet? The question lingered in my mind. She’d always taken any moment when my guard was down to run off.

Instead, she stayed here with me and looked after me like a nursemaid.

“You… You’re not gonna take this seriously, are you?” she asked, shaking her head and glaring at me.

I chuckled and winked at her. She sounded almost concerned and I wanted to keep hearing that tone in her voice. The only way to do that was to keep teasing her.

“Would you prefer it if I cried about my wounds? There isn’t a whole lot else I can do,” I pointed out.

Mila stared at me blankly. She shook her head and scoffed.

I nudged her again with my leg, trying to get her to smile. It was fun teasing her and seeing how she would react. Sometimes, it seemed like she wasn’t prepared for my teasing, even though she should have been. I had done it enough by this point.

She seemed determined to stick with me until she was certain I was fully healed. I wouldn’t deny that I liked her playing nurse for me and I was happy to have a reason for her not to run off on her own again.

Whenever her eyes flickered with worry and a little frown touched her lips, my heart jumped.

I knew it wasn’t the most productive thought to have, but I hoped that it would take a while for my wounds to heal so that she’d keep looking after me. Perhaps, she might develop enough softness to stop running from me.

If nothing else, I could enjoy her “special treatment” a bit longer.

“You’re a piece of work,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. She put a fresh bandage on my leg, even though it wasn’t bleeding anymore.

Since the wounds were still open, it made sense to keep them covered so bacteria couldn’t get inside.

“You need more rest. Stop teasing and playing and focus on getting better,” she chastised.

Mila tossed her hair over her shoulder and left the tent.

I watched her

gauge how she was going to react and that was part of what inspired me

water to the collapsible camping table in my tent. She slammed the bottle down, water sloshing over the side and splashing the

an

back to me. Sighing, she bowed her head and opened her backpack. She pulled something out that I couldn’t see and held it close to her

edge of my cot. Without a word, she dropped

I asked, picking up the leather bound

left behind by my mother or my aunt Helen. I’m not sure which. But it is a

“Okay…”

I can’t read but I know you can. Can you take a look and see if there is anything about that plant?”

my eyebrows and grinned. “Do you trust

do you mean?” she

worried I might snatch this and run away or sell it to someone else?” I asked, sticking my tongue out between my

get to your brain, or did you fall out of the cot and hit your head?” she asked, crossing her

fallen out of my cot because you’ve been in it with me every night,” I reminded

and she turned away

a pure expression of her emotions. I

I don’t care about that. Your life is more important than what you might want to do with the book,” she

absently started fluffing my

stared at her, frozen in place from her admission. I’d never expected her to open up like that. It was subtle, but she’d let her guard down and shown me a

that before was when

I shook

anyone else. I knew that was how she protected herself. No matter how much

Not this time…

than the fate of the book… That was genuine and real. It was the first real thing I think she

real

of my past. No matter how many

was a hidden part of me that didn’t know whether I would ever be loved again or that I’d

happened in the cave when I smelled her wolf for the first time, and

mate bond? I didn’t think I had a mate and I’d seen nothing to make me

Until recently…

it real or was it just false hope that the Moon Goddess cooked up for me

Thoughts of Mila and her trusting gesture raced

I pressured her too much or clung too much, would that scare her

the dark shadow of disappointment lingering. It was like she regretted

book. “Look through it. There are all kinds of plants in there and the stinging nettle could be one of them. It might give more information about the poison,

thoughts running through my head and

the cot, her eyes never leaving my face as

dialect than I was used to but I could make out the

sections. The first section was a plant directory that had drawn images of plants,

that was similar to the one that stung

the book was herbal recipes. A lot of them were healing salves, potions, teas, and the like. But there were

and plants listed in those recipes were common household plants. But when combined in the right way,

the pages. This book was far too powerful to

of the book was made up of handwritten spells that could only be used by blood

it all but I flipped through

the book and pushed

find anything?”