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

a little. I couldn’t always gauge how she was going to react and that

opened and Mila came back in. She didn’t look at me but she brought a bottle of water to the collapsible camping table in my

an eyebrow.

bowed her

the edge of my cot. Without a

picking up the leather

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

“Okay…”

take a look and see if there is anything about that plant?” she asked, giving me a stern

my eyebrows and grinned.

you mean?” she asked,

snatch this and run away or sell it to someone else?”

your brain, or did you fall out

haven’t fallen out of my cot because you’ve been in it with me every

cheeks reddened and

Whenever she blushed, it was so sweet and innocent, a pure expression of her emotions. I

important than what you might want

absently

I’d never expected her to open up like that. It was subtle,

seen that before was when I had her writhing beneath me in

shook those

how she protected

Not this time…

book could have been seen as repayment for taking poison for her. But saying that she cared about me more than the fate of the book… That was genuine and real. It was the first real thing I think she ever

real feelings

wasn’t sure I wanted her to. For more than a decade, I’d tried to let go of my past. No matter how many times I

me that didn’t know whether I would ever be loved again or that I’d ever be worthy of love again. Was

happened in the cave when I smelled her wolf for the first time, and how I’d sensed her when I

that been the mate bond? I didn’t think I had a mate and I’d

Until recently…

cooked up for me as my punishment? Was this just to remind me of

the leather-bound book in my lap. Thoughts of

she wasn’t my mate and I pressured her too much or

dark shadow of disappointment lingering. It

and the stinging nettle could be one of them. It might

squashed all the thoughts running through my head and I flipped the book

of the cot, her eyes never

a different dialect than I was used to but I

had drawn images of plants, their names, properties,

an image of a nettle plant that was similar to the one that stung me but

was herbal recipes. A lot of them were healing salves, potions, teas, and the like. But there were several others that were more sinister. Poisons and potions that could do

the herbs and plants listed in those recipes were common

eyes at the pages. This book was far too powerful to fall into the

section of the book was made up of handwritten spells that could only be used by blood witches. Someone

flipped through enough to get a good

book

did you find anything?” she