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

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

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

an eyebrow.

her head and opened her

came to the edge of my cot. Without a

asked, picking

which. But it is a spell book

“Okay…”

a language I can’t read but I know you can. Can you take a look and see if

eyebrows and grinned. “Do you

do you mean?” she asked,

and run away or sell it to someone else?” I asked,

or did you fall out of the cot and

I haven’t fallen out of my cot because you’ve been

cheeks reddened and she turned

sweet and innocent, a pure expression of

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

back and absently started fluffing my

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

was when

shook

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

Not this time…

saying that she cared about me more than the fate of the book… That was genuine and real. It was the first real

have real feelings for

No matter how many times I told myself, Payne, and Thomas that

a hidden part of me that didn’t know whether I would ever be loved again or that I’d ever be worthy of love again. Was I worthy enough for Mila

her wolf for the first time,

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

Until recently…

the Moon Goddess cooked up for me as my punishment? Was

my lap. Thoughts of Mila

wasn’t my mate and I pressured her too much or clung too much, would that

my eyes to her and saw the dark shadow of disappointment lingering. It was like she regretted what she said because I’d taken

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

all the thoughts running through my head and I

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

dialect than I was used to but I

The first section was a plant directory that had drawn images of plants, their names,

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

of the book 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

common household plants. But when combined

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

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

didn’t read it all but I flipped through enough to get a good

book

you find