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

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

flap opened and Mila came back in. She didn’t look at me but she brought a bottle of water to the collapsible camping

an

bowed her head and opened her backpack. She pulled something out

came to the edge of my cot. Without a

picking

or my aunt Helen. I’m not sure which. But it is a spell book that might have information about

“Okay…”

know you can. Can you take a look and see

bounced my eyebrows and grinned. “Do

mean?” she asked,

run away or sell it

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

of my cot because you’ve been in it with me

cheeks reddened and she

so sweet and innocent, a pure expression of

more important than what you might want to do

and absently started fluffing

like that. It was subtle,

only time I’d seen that before was when

I shook those

help from anyone else. I knew that was how she protected herself.

Not this time…

as repayment for taking poison for her. But saying that she cared about me more than the fate of the book… That was genuine and real. It

real feelings

tried to let go of my past. No matter

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

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

bond? I didn’t think I had a mate and I’d seen nothing

Until recently…

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

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

I pressured her too much or clung too much, would that scare

and saw the dark shadow of disappointment lingering. It was like she regretted what she said because I’d taken too long

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

running through my head and I flipped the

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

I was used to

a plant directory that had drawn images of plants, their names,

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

and the like. But there were several others that were more sinister. Poisons and potions that could do horrible

those recipes were common household plants.

This book was far too powerful to fall into the wrong

book was made up of handwritten spells that could only

flipped through enough to get a good

book and pushed it

you find anything?”