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 still half covering my

at me,” he commanded

hesitation, I lifted my eyes to look

refuse—no one dared to

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

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

on its prey. I was that prey, trembling, wondering whether the next second he would just swoop down and seize me, either take me straight up into the cloudy sky

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

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

just barely

the slap never

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

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

lives at any

did I realize what a clear and beautiful pair of eyes he

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

I had seen when I 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

all

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 her new

to cry, but

I had to suppress the moan that wanted to escape from me.

go of my face, and took a step back before

musk left me and pulled me back

“Alpha!”

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

and asked the

my father?” I quickly stammered out. “I’ll

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

he stopped and turned around, raising his eyebrow. He