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.

I was grateful that

me,”

hesitation, I lifted my eyes

didn’t dare refuse—no one dared to disobey

of the ward cast a soft glow around him, and

jet-black eyebrows. He was frowning, as if

he bent down, his piercing blue eyes locked onto me, like a falcon honing in on its prey. I was that prey, trembling, wondering whether the next

sound I could hear was a rumbling caused by my

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

him. I just barely managed to keep

the slap

reached up brushing the hair away from my face. My hair tickled my cheeks, and I smelt the gentle scent of

as his piercing blue orbs scanned over my own, as if he

devour lives at any time. But now, when he looked at me closely,

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

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

seven at that time, and my mother’s laughter and my father’s non-deterrent reproaches rang out in the background. I remembered the

all

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 her new master who had bought her from her

wanted to cry, but

to suppress the moan that wanted to escape from me. Never

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

me and pulled me back from the

“Alpha!”

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

and asked the

you gave my father?” I quickly stammered out. “I’ll work really

the hospital bed, willing to chase after him out the door

stopped and turned around, raising his eyebrow. He seemed to be processing what I

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