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

opened and Mila came back in. She didn’t look at me but she brought a bottle of water to the collapsible camping table in my tent. She slammed the bottle down, water sloshing

arched an eyebrow.

the edge of the table, her back to me. Sighing, she bowed her head and opened her backpack. She pulled

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

asked, picking up the leather

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

“Okay…”

a look

and

mean?” she asked,

it to someone else?” I asked, sticking

did you fall out of the cot

cot because you’ve been in it with

cheeks reddened and she turned

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

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

and absently started fluffing

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

before was when I had her writhing beneath me in

shook those

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

Not this time…

have been seen as repayment for taking poison for her. But saying that she cared about me more than the fate of the

she have real feelings

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

would ever be loved again or that I’d ever

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

that been the mate bond? I didn’t think I had a mate and I’d

Until recently…

real or was it just false hope that the Moon Goddess cooked up for me as my punishment? Was this just to remind me of the

my lap. Thoughts of Mila and her trusting gesture raced through my

pressured her too much

and saw the dark shadow of disappointment lingering. It was

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

all the thoughts running through my

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

dialect than I was used to but I could make

was split into sections. The first section was a plant directory that had

plant that was similar to the one that stung me but the poisonous effects didn’t match

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

common

the pages. This book was

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

flipped through enough to

book and pushed it

find anything?” she