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.

grateful that

me,” he commanded

hesitation, I lifted my eyes to look at

didn’t dare refuse—no one dared to disobey

light of the ward cast a soft glow around him, and I couldn’t help but

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

its prey. I was that prey, trembling, wondering whether the next second

forgot how to breathe. The only sound I could hear was a

half-flinched—I was expecting a slap to land on my face, as that was what my father would have done—but I

him. I just barely managed to keep my

the slap never

reached 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

blue orbs scanned over my own, as if he

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

realize what a clear and

anxiety faded away—only the

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

was all gone.

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

once again, I had to suppress the moan that wanted to escape

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

left me and pulled me back from the

“Alpha!”

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

all my courage and asked the question that might cost me my

let 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 maid, or any tasks

my knees in the hospital bed, willing to chase after him out the door if I had

his eyebrow. He