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.

flush, and I was grateful that my long, loose hair was still half

me,”

lifted my eyes to

didn’t dare refuse—no one

a soft glow around him, and

crease in between his well-defined, jet-black eyebrows. He was frowning, as if he

whether the next second he would just swoop down and seize me, either take me straight up into the cloudy sky or throw me down

sound I could hear was a

expecting a slap to land on my face, as that was what

I just barely

slap never

hair away from my face. My hair tickled my cheeks, and I smelt the

piercing blue orbs scanned over my own, as if he was memorizing every detail of my

blue eyes had been like an angry sea, ready to devour lives at any time. But now, when he looked at me closely, the

what a clear and beautiful pair of eyes he

fear and anxiety faded away—only the pure blue in his

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

was all gone.

my own reflection—a helpless girl, sitting on a hospital bed, wearing a white dress that was gifted by her mother as a symbol of happiness, being forced to look up at

wanted to cry, but I

skin touched my own once again, I had to suppress the moan that

my face, and took a step

of his musk left me and

“Alpha!”

ask him…

asked the question that might cost me my

me go once I work enough to pay back the money you gave my father?” I quickly stammered out. “I’ll work really hard as your

was on my knees in the hospital bed, willing to chase

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