Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 393

Chapter 51 Could Not Get Enough of Her

“Oh, oh, and that wildebeest, his horns were the coolest….” she went on, telling me another of her adventures.

“You’re not afraid of animals at all?”

“No, not really. Animals aren’t like people. They can in- stinctively tell who is good and who is not. As long as they know we are good, they will be good to us.”

I thought it was an interesting take, but I didn’t say any- thing more about it at the moment. I had another question for her.

“And what are you doing out here in the woods all alone?” I asked her, imagining she’d been out hunting some majestic animal.

Tapping her chin, she said, “Um, have you heard of the Sun Blossom flower?”

I felt my eyes widening, but I said nothing, so she contin- ued.

“You know, the flower that grows on the side of the mountains. I’ve heard they’re beautiful and smell wonderful. That’s why I came. My friend was leading me there….”

“Your friend?” Now, I was confused and glanced around. Had I missed someone? A threat?

She giggled and said, “Yes, my new friend. A little white pony.”

I gasped in relief and held back a laugh. Of course, she’d been chasing an animal. “Those flowers, they’re not easy to get,” I said to her.

The girl nodded. “My mother also said it was a fool’s er- rand, but I love flowers. Don’t you?”

I shrugged and dropped my eyes. I didn’t really care that much for flowers, personally.

But clearly, they meant a lot to her.

The next day, while she was out in the woods doing some- thing, I found a way to get myself out of the makeshift bed and headed back to the place where I’d fallen down the side of the cliff.

I knew I had seen some of the flowers she wanted as I’d been tumbling, and while I was nervous to go back there in case my father’s troops were looking for me, I needed to get her a flower.

It took me a while to climb back up the way I’d come, but eventually, I found one and brought it back to her.

It had taken a toll on me. I’d re–injured myself quite a bit going through all of that trouble, but when I heard her gasp- ing with delight, I knew it had been worth it.

This girl was special. She was the only one that had been kind to me, and I wanted to repay that kindness.

The look on her face when she turned around and saw me standing there with the flower in my hand was priceless. I would never forget it.

“You’re a true friend,” she said, sniffing the flower.

I felt myself recoil and instantly said, “I’m not your friend. I don’t need friends.”

I saw the pain in her eyes, but she didn’t argue with me. Instead, she took the bracelet off of her arm. “Here. This will help you. And if you don’t want people to be your friends, at least you can have animals to be your friends.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“My father made this for me when I was a little girl. It has a special scent to make the animals calm so they trust the wear- er. I don’t really need it anymore since the animals and I are friends, but it may help you.”

At that moment, a snake slithered over out of the forest, as if she had called it. The green reptile wrapped itself around her leg, and she bent down to pat its head, laughing. I wanted to take a step back, not because I was afraid of the snake but because I was afraid I might hurt it.

“You can pet him,” she said. “He won’t hurt you.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I’d already had enough of how people felt before they died, I really didn’t need to pile on animals‘ feelings.

She giggled again, and the snake left her and came over to me, brushing against my boot and standing up a bit, as if to say that he wanted me to pet him, and before I knew it, it was already rubbing its head against my palm.

My breath caught in my throat.

Slowly, I bent down and stroked his head with my hand. He hissed in delight and wound his way around my leg.

“He likes you!” the girl said. “Now, you have two friends. Whether you like it or not.” She winked at me, and the snake continued to beg me to pet it, which I did.

Later that night, back in the cave, I could tell her mood was down a little from before. “What’s wrong?” I asked her, trying to keep the emotion out of my voice as I asked.

“Oh, uh… I guess it’s just that I miss my mom,” she told me.

I nodded. I understood what that was like, although it was a feeling from long ago.

“Are you close to your mom?” she asked me.

“No.” That was all she needed to know.

“That’s too bad. I love my mom so much. When I was younger, she used to sing me a song when I had bad dreams. Would you like to hear it?”

I didn’t answer her, only looked down at the bracelet she had given me. With no response, she took that as a yes, and she began to sing.

The bracelet….

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