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 her

gauge how she was going to

tent 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 eyebrow.

me. Sighing, she bowed her head and opened her backpack. She pulled something out that I couldn’t see

Mila turned around and came to the edge of my cot. Without a word, she dropped the item into my

picking up the

aunt Helen. I’m not sure which. But it is a

“Okay…”

can’t read but I know you can. Can you take a

my eyebrows and grinned. “Do you

you mean?” she

worried I might snatch this and run away or sell it to someone else?” I

you fall out of the cot and hit your

my cot because you’ve been in it

cheeks reddened and she turned away

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

more important than what you might want to do with the

turned back and absently started

that. It was subtle, but she’d let her guard down and shown me

seen that before was when I

I shook

anyone in her whole life. She’d rather lick her own wounds 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

Not this time…

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 feelings for

I wanted her to. For more than a decade, I’d tried to let go of my past. No matter how many times I told myself, Payne, and Thomas that I

again or that I’d ever be

in the cave when I smelled her wolf for the first time, and how

bond? I didn’t think I had a mate and I’d seen nothing to make me think that Mila was my

Until recently…

Goddess cooked up for me as my punishment? Was this just to remind me of the mistakes I’d made years

leather-bound book in my lap. Thoughts

pressured her too much or clung too much,

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

“Look through it. There are all kinds of plants in there and the stinging nettle could be

squashed all the thoughts running through my

eyes never

used to

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

nettle plant that was similar

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

listed in those recipes were common household plants. But

was far too powerful to fall into the

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

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

the book and pushed

find