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.

watched

always gauge how she was going to react and that was

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

arched an

her head and opened her backpack. She pulled something out that I couldn’t see

around and came to the edge of my cot. Without

this?” I asked, picking up the leather

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,”

“Okay…”

you can. Can you take a look and see if there is anything about that plant?” she asked, giving me

and grinned. “Do

you mean?” she asked, creasing her

not worried I might snatch this and run away or sell it to someone else?” I asked, sticking my tongue out

or did you fall out of the cot and

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

reddened and she

she blushed, it was so sweet and innocent, a pure expression of her emotions. I loved seeing it and it made me feel

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

turned back and absently

to open up like that. It was subtle, but she’d let

when I had her writhing

I shook

life. She’d rather lick her own wounds than accept help from anyone else. I knew that was how she protected herself. No matter how much I’d done for her, she was always trying to “repay”

Not this time…

about me more than the fate of the book…

real feelings for

matter how many times I told myself,

again or that I’d ever be

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

been the mate bond? I didn’t think I had a mate and I’d seen nothing to make me think that Mila was my

Until recently…

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

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

my 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 she said because I’d taken too long to

the book. “Look through it. There are all kinds of plants in there and the stinging nettle could be one of them. It

through my head

on the edge of the cot, her eyes never

used to but

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

ran my thumb over an image of a nettle plant that was similar to the one that stung me but

healing salves, potions, teas, and the like. But there were several others that

in those recipes were common household

was far too powerful

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

I flipped through

book

you find anything?” she