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

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

at me but she brought a bottle of water to the collapsible

an eyebrow.

her shoulder, gripping the edge of the table, her back to me. Sighing, she bowed her head and opened her

to the edge of my cot. Without a word,

asked, picking up the leather

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

“Okay…”

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

my eyebrows and

she asked,

it to someone else?” I asked, sticking

to your brain, or did you fall out of the cot and

because you’ve been in it with me every night,” I reminded

and she turned

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

don’t care about that. Your life is more important than

and absently started fluffing

in place from her admission. I’d never expected her to open up like that. It was subtle, but she’d let her guard down

when I had her

I shook those

else. I knew that was how she protected herself. No matter how much I’d done

Not this time…

But saying that she cared about me more than the fate of the book… That was genuine and real. It was the first real thing I

real

matter how many times I told myself, Payne, and

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

cave when I smelled her wolf for the first time, and how I’d sensed her when I was trying to find her on

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

Until recently…

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

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

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

and saw the dark shadow of disappointment lingering. It was like she regretted what she

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

thoughts running through my head

her eyes never leaving my face

than I was used to but I

section was a plant directory that had drawn images of

a nettle plant that was similar to

them were healing salves, potions, teas, and the like. But there were several others that were more sinister. Poisons and potions that could do

plants listed in those recipes were common household plants. But when combined in the right way, they’d become

This book was far too powerful to fall into the

was made up of handwritten spells

flipped through enough to get a good

closed the book and pushed it toward

you find