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

to react and that was part of

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

arched an

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

around and came to the edge of my cot. Without

this?” I asked, picking

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

“Okay…”

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

my eyebrows and

do you mean?” she asked, creasing

it to someone else?” I asked, sticking

get to your brain, or did you fall out of the

fallen out of my cot because you’ve been in it with me every

reddened and she

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

is more important than what you might want to do with

turned back and absently started fluffing my

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

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

shook those

from anyone else. I knew that was how she protected herself. No matter how much I’d done for her, she was always trying to “repay” me or thinking she owed me a

Not this time…

poison for her. But saying that she cared about me more than

she have real feelings

tried to let go of my past. No matter how many times I told myself, Payne, and Thomas that I was

me that didn’t know whether I would ever be loved again or that I’d

for the first time, and how I’d sensed her when

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

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

the leather-bound book in my lap. Thoughts of

mate and I pressured her too much or clung too much, would that scare her

shadow of disappointment lingering. It was like she regretted what

“Look through it. There are all kinds of plants in there and the stinging nettle could be one of them. It might give more information about the poison, or a better antidote

my

the edge of the cot, her eyes never leaving my

was a different dialect than I was used to but I

book was split into sections. The first section was a plant directory that had drawn images of plants, their

my thumb over an image of a nettle plant that was similar to the one that

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

the herbs and plants listed in those recipes were common household plants. But

was far too powerful to fall into the

made up of handwritten spells that could

I flipped through

I closed the book and pushed it

you find anything?” she