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.

was grateful that my long, loose hair was

me,” he commanded

my eyes to

refuse—no one

around him, and I couldn’t help but think that he looked like a prince—royal and

between his well-defined, jet-black eyebrows. He was frowning, as if he was full of loathing for

trembling, wondering whether the next second he would just swoop down and seize me, either take me straight up into the

within his hands, I forgot how to breathe. The only sound I could hear was a rumbling caused by my blood

of the corner of my eyes, I saw his right 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 not close my

disobey him. I just barely managed to keep my eyes

the slap

up brushing the hair away from my face. My hair tickled my cheeks, and I smelt the gentle scent of his musk again enveloping me like

orbs scanned over my own, as if he was

lives at any time. But now, when he looked at me closely, the waves of anger

I realize what a clear and beautiful pair

and anxiety faded away—only the pure

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.

into his eyes though… I saw my own reflection—a helpless girl, sitting on a hospital bed, wearing a white dress that was gifted by her mother as a symbol

wanted to cry, but

again, I had to suppress the moan that wanted to

he let go of my face, and took a step back

the scent of his musk left me and pulled me back from

“Alpha!”

be my only chance to ask him… Rosalie, I told myself, you

courage and asked the question that might

back the money you gave my father?” I quickly stammered out.

was so anxious that I was on my knees in the hospital

goodness, though, he stopped and turned around, raising his eyebrow.