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

I couldn’t always gauge how she was going to react

a bottle of water to

arched an

bowed her head and opened

turned around and came to the edge of my cot. Without a word,

asked, picking up the leather bound

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

“Okay…”

is in a language I can’t read but I know you can. Can you take a look and see if there is anything about that plant?” she

bounced my eyebrows and

she asked,

it to someone else?” I asked,

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

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

reddened and she turned

triumphantly. Whenever she blushed, it was so sweet and innocent, a pure expression of her emotions. I loved seeing it

Your life is more important than what you might want to do with

and absently

admission. I’d never expected her to open up like that.

seen that before was when I had her writhing

shook

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” me or thinking she owed

Not this time…

me the book could have been seen 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 was the

she have real

go of my past. No matter how many times I told myself, Payne, and Thomas that I was over it, I wasn’t

didn’t know whether I would ever be loved again or that I’d ever be worthy of

the first time, and how I’d sensed her when I was trying to find her

mate and I’d seen nothing to make me think

Until recently…

false hope that the Moon Goddess cooked up for me

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

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

It was like she regretted what she said

all kinds of plants in there and the stinging nettle could be one of them.

the thoughts running through my head

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

dialect than I was used to

a plant directory that had drawn images of plants,

nettle plant that was similar to the one

A lot of them were healing salves, potions, teas, and the like. But there were several others

of the herbs and plants listed in those recipes were common household

at the pages. This book was

up of handwritten spells

it all but I flipped through enough to get a good understanding

book and pushed it toward

you find anything?” she