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

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

came back in. She didn’t look at me but she brought a bottle of water to the collapsible camping

arched an

the table, her back to me. Sighing, she bowed her head and opened

my cot. Without

picking up

not sure which. But it is a spell book that might have information about the plant that poisoned you,” she

“Okay…”

a language I can’t read but I know you can. Can you take a look and see

eyebrows and grinned. “Do you

do you mean?” she

snatch this and run away or sell it

you fall out of the cot and hit your head?” she asked, crossing her

because you’ve been in it with me every

cheeks reddened and she turned away

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

is more important than what you might

back and absently started

to open up like that. It was subtle, but she’d let her guard down and shown me a real glimpse of her

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

shook

than accept help 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

Not this time…

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

have real

to let go of my past. No matter how many times

a hidden part of me that didn’t know whether I would ever be loved again or that I’d ever be worthy of love again. Was I worthy enough for Mila

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

mate and I’d

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

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

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

dark shadow of disappointment lingering. It was like she regretted what she said because

stinging nettle could be one of them. It might give more information about the

the thoughts running through my head and I

edge of the cot, her eyes never leaving my face

different dialect than I was used to but I

a plant directory that had drawn images of plants, their names, properties, uses, and

image of a nettle plant that was similar to the one that stung me but

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 do horrible things like blind people or

common household plants. But

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

final section of the book was made up of handwritten spells that could only be used by blood witches. Someone

through enough to get a good understanding of

the book and pushed

did you find anything?”