Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 5

“Alpha!” Talon greeted the man with respect.

The giant, gorgeous man acknowledged him with a simple nod, an aura radiating off of him that reeked of authority.

He looked towards Estrella, who immediately pulled out her report. “Alpha, Miss Rosasile is still quite weak, but with proper care, she should be much better in two weeks.”

His expression didn’t change, but he moved as she spoke.

He was coming towards me!

I had never seen such movement—graceful and swift, faster than any wolf I had ever encountered.

So fast that, in the blink of an eye, he was at my bedside.

The faint scent of musk surrounded me. The earthly aroma reminded me of the forest on a rainy day, and it replaced the smell of sterile chemicals in the ward. It was cold but almost psychedelic, just like him.

I couldn’t help but lower my head. Through the gap in my hair, I saw his black leather shoes stop right next to my bed, with the toe of the shoe aimed in my direction.

He had to be staring at me! I didn’t need to see to know that.

“Look up,” he commanded.

His voice was deep, very deep. It struck me and sent shivers through my whole body. Pausing for a moment, I put myself together.

The cold reflection from his metal cufflinks came into my view. His hand had already stretched toward my face. His fingers were long, neither bulky nor too slim—just perfect, and full of power.

What was I thinking? Rosalie, stop focusing on the wrong things!

Within a second, his hand clamped down on my chin, his fingers strong and hot, pressing hard—forcing my head up.

He was clearly not a patient man.

could feel my face flush, and I was grateful that my

at me,” he

lifted my eyes to

refuse—no one dared to disobey his

of the ward cast a soft glow around him, and I couldn’t help but think that he looked like a prince—royal and

eyebrows. He was frowning, as if he was full of

the next second he would

The only sound I could hear

arm moved. Almost instinctively, my body tensed and I half-flinched—I was expecting a slap to land on my face, as that was what my father would have done—but I stopped myself, because I still remembered his order to

him. I just barely managed to keep my eyes

the slap never

hair tickled my cheeks, and I smelt the gentle scent of his musk again

watched as his piercing blue orbs scanned over my own,

ready to devour lives

realize what a clear and beautiful pair of

the fear and anxiety faded away—only the pure blue

was all the way up on my swing in my backyard. I was seven at that time, and my mother’s laughter and my father’s non-deterrent reproaches rang out in the background. I remembered the scent of grass tinged with soil after the morning

all gone.

on a hospital bed, wearing a white dress that was gifted by her

cry,

moan that wanted to escape from

as if he was sure of something, he let go of my face, and took a step back before turning around and

his musk left me and pulled me back from the memories I

“Alpha!”

might be my only chance to ask him… Rosalie,

asked the question that might cost me my

back the money you gave my father?” I quickly stammered out. “I’ll work really hard as your

that I was on my knees in the hospital bed,

and turned around, raising his eyebrow. He seemed