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

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

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

arched an eyebrow.

her back to me. Sighing, she bowed her head and

and came to the edge of my

asked, picking up

which. But it is a spell book that might have information about the plant that poisoned you,” she said, tapping the

“Okay…”

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

bounced my eyebrows and grinned. “Do you

she asked, creasing her

snatch this and run away or sell it to

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

of my cot because you’ve been in

reddened and she

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

than what you might

back and absently

expected her to open up like that. It was subtle, but she’d let her guard down and shown me

that before was when I had her writhing beneath me in

shook

I knew that was how she protected herself. No matter how much I’d done for her, she was always trying to “repay” me

Not this time…

me more than the fate of the book… That was genuine and real. It was

she have real

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

whether I would ever be loved again or that I’d ever be worthy of love again. Was I worthy enough for Mila to

I smelled her wolf for the first time, and how I’d sensed her

had a mate and I’d seen

Until recently…

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 and her trusting

I pressured her too much or

of disappointment lingering. It was like she regretted what she said because I’d taken too

and the stinging nettle could be one of them. It

through my head and I flipped the book

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

was a different dialect than I was used to but I could make out the

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

that was similar to the one that stung

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

those recipes were common household plants. But when combined in the right

book was far too powerful to

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

flipped through enough to

I closed the book and pushed it toward

you find