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 her

always gauge how she was going to react and that was part of what inspired me

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 over the side and splashing

an eyebrow.

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

my cot. Without a

asked, picking up the leather bound

mother or my aunt Helen. I’m not sure which. But it is a spell book that might have information about the plant that poisoned you,” she said, tapping the

“Okay…”

Can you take a look and see if there is anything about that plant?” she asked, giving me

eyebrows and grinned. “Do you trust

you mean?” she asked, creasing her

worried I might snatch this and run away or sell it

to your brain, or did you fall out of

cot because you’ve

reddened and she turned away

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

Your life is more important than what you might want

back and absently

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

was when I had her

I shook those thoughts

was how she protected herself. No matter how much I’d done for her, she was always trying to “repay” me or thinking

Not this time…

for taking poison for her. But saying that she cared about me more than the fate of the book… That

real feelings for

No matter how many times I told myself, Payne, and Thomas that I

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

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

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

Until recently…

Moon Goddess cooked up for me as my punishment? Was this just to remind

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

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

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

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

running through my head and

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

used to but

had drawn images of plants, their names, properties, uses, and adverse effects. It was very

was similar to the

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 could

in those recipes were common household plants.

pages. This book was far too powerful to fall into the wrong

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

but I flipped through enough

the book

did you find anything?”