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

the teasing a little. I couldn’t always gauge how she was going to react and that was part of what inspired me to tease her. I liked her

she brought a bottle of water to the collapsible camping table in my tent. She slammed the bottle down, water sloshing

an

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

my cot. Without a word, she

I asked, picking up the leather

book was left behind by my mother or my aunt Helen. I’m not sure which. But it is a spell book that might have information about the plant that poisoned you,” she

“Okay…”

you take a look and see if there is anything about that plant?”

eyebrows and grinned. “Do

do you mean?” she asked, creasing her

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

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

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

cheeks reddened and she turned away

a pure expression of her emotions. I loved seeing it and it

care about that. Your life is more important than what you might

absently

like that. It was subtle, but she’d let her guard down and

time I’d seen that before was when I

shook those

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

Not this time…

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 feelings

past. No matter how many times I told

would ever be loved again or that I’d ever be worthy of

the cave when I smelled her wolf for the first

think I had a mate and I’d seen nothing to make me think that Mila

Until recently…

me as my punishment? Was this just to remind

at the leather-bound book in my lap. Thoughts of Mila and her

mate and I pressured her too much or clung too much, would

to her and saw the dark shadow of disappointment lingering. It was like she regretted what

and the stinging nettle could be one of them. It might give more information about the poison, or a better antidote to

through my head and I

on the edge of the cot, her eyes never leaving my face as I read through the first few

dialect than I was used to but I could make

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

of a nettle plant that was similar to the one that stung

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

of the herbs and plants listed in those recipes were common household plants. But when combined in the

was far too

made up of handwritten spells that could only be used by blood witches.

through enough to get

book

find anything?”