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

to react and that was part of what inspired me

at me but she brought a bottle of water to the collapsible camping table in my tent. She slammed the bottle down, water sloshing over the side and splashing

arched an

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 couldn’t see and held it close to her

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

picking

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

“Okay…”

but I know you can. Can you take a look and

bounced my eyebrows and

she asked, creasing her

or sell it to someone else?” I asked, sticking my

your brain, or did you fall out of the

my cot because you’ve been in it

reddened and she turned

expression of her emotions. I loved seeing it and it made me

than what you might

back and absently started fluffing my

I’d never expected her to open up like that. It was subtle, but she’d let her guard down and shown me a real

only time I’d seen that before was when I had her writhing

I shook those thoughts

life. She’d rather lick her own wounds than accept help from anyone else. I knew that was how she protected herself. No

Not this time…

saying that she cared about me more than the fate of the book… That was genuine

real

a decade, I’d tried to let go of my past. No matter how many times I told

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

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

mate and I’d seen nothing to make

Until recently…

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

my lap. Thoughts of Mila

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

It was like she regretted what

and the stinging nettle could be one of them. It might give more information about the poison, or a better antidote to get your wound

running through my

of the cot, her eyes never leaving my face as I

than I was used to but I could make out the

had drawn images of plants, their names, properties,

was similar to the one that stung

book 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

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

final section of the book was made up of handwritten spells that

didn’t read it all but I flipped through enough

closed the book and pushed it

find anything?” she