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

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

in. She didn’t look at me but she brought a bottle of water to the collapsible camping table

arched an

glared at me over her shoulder, gripping the edge of the table, her back to me. Sighing, she bowed her head and opened her backpack. She pulled something out that I

to the edge of my cot. Without a word, she dropped

picking

sure which. But it is a spell book that might have information

“Okay…”

know you can. Can you take a look and see if there is anything about that

my eyebrows and grinned. “Do you trust

you mean?” she asked, creasing

or sell it

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

you’ve been in it

reddened and she

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

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

and absently started fluffing my

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

was when I had her writhing beneath

shook those thoughts

that was how she protected herself. No matter how much I’d done for her, she

Not this time…

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

real

to let go of my past. No matter how many times I

ever be loved again or that I’d ever be worthy of love again.

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

mate

Until recently…

just false hope that the Moon Goddess cooked up for me as my punishment? Was this just to remind

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

her too much or clung too much,

to her and saw the dark shadow of disappointment lingering. It was

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

all the thoughts running through my

eyes never leaving my face as I read through the

different dialect than I was used to but

plant directory that had drawn images of plants, their names, properties, uses,

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

But there were

common household plants. But when combined in the

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

handwritten spells that could only be used by blood witches. Someone like

it all but I flipped through enough to get a good

book

you find anything?” she