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.

that my long, loose

at me,” he

lifted my eyes to

didn’t dare refuse—no one dared to disobey

ward cast a soft glow around him, and I couldn’t help

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

a falcon honing in on its prey. I was that prey, trembling, wondering whether the

The only sound I could hear was a rumbling caused by my blood rushing to

land on my face, as that was what my father would have done—but I stopped myself, because I still remembered

him. I just barely managed to

slap

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

watched as his piercing blue orbs scanned over my own,

ready to devour lives at any time. But now, when he

a clear and

his gaze. All the fear and anxiety faded

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

was all

a hospital bed, wearing a white dress that was gifted by her mother as a symbol of happiness, being forced to look up at her new master

to cry,

touched my own once again, I had to suppress the moan that wanted to escape from

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

“Alpha!”

chance to ask him… Rosalie, I told myself, you have

all my courage and asked the question

enough to pay back the money you gave my father?”

was so anxious that I was on my knees in the hospital bed, willing to chase after him out

he stopped and turned around, raising his