Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 655

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 655

Chapter 2 His Name Is Soren

The ebb and flow of water gently rocked me back and forth to the rhythm of waves. The smell of the sea lingered all around me and I couldn’t help but believe that I was on a boat.

I leaned into the rocking. It felt pleasant, calm, and soothing, like it would lull me to sleep forever.

Was I asleep?

I tried to sit up but couldn’t. I tried to open my eyes but couldn’t. I tried to open my mouth to call out but couldn’t.

‘Hello…?’ I attempted to reach out through the mindlink but was only rewarded with the hollow echo of my voice in the void.

I must have been alone.

Relaxed, I thought, if I was alone, even if I was dreaming, I had to be safe.

All I wanted was to rock in that gentle rhythm until the end of time. I felt safe and protected in that space, surrounded by warmth and the constant lapping of water, like waves against a boat.

Words came to me. Like a muffled whisper, they softly brushed against my ears but I couldn’t make sense of them. I just knew they weren’t mine.

Suddenly, the gentle, rocking ocean vanished and I came crashing down to earth. Fog surrounded my senses and I was trudging through thick chowder, trying to find my way back to some normalcy. I had to wake up.

The words around me got louder and more clear, like the more I struggled against the thick, chowdery fog, the closer I got to those voices.

The first voice I latched onto was deep, composed and soothing. His tone was dominating and authoritative but fresh and familiar. It made me feel safe again.

“Do some investigation on her,” he ordered.

A younger voice spoke next. “Yes, of course, Soren.”

The speaker was respectful, but he wasn’t nearly as pleasant as the previous man.

“Ask the healer to come to my room, as well,” the first voice continued and I took another set towards consciousness. I wished he would speak again, and again.

Soren… was that the name of the first man, the one whose voice I wanted to hear?

It was a rather unusual name. I liked it. The name alone was enough to send a pleasant shudder through me.

Whenever I heard his voice, the thick fogginess receded and I was more connected to the world and to myself. When his voice was gone, I felt like I was floundering around blindly.

There was a moment of silence and I was getting dragged back into the fog. I tried to open my mouth and call out to them but I couldn’t control my own body. The fog swarmed in my head and around my senses.

“What is it?” Soren’s soothing voice asked, tugging on me again.

“Well, why do you think she is here?” the younger voice asked, his tone hesitant.

Was he talking about me?

“No one should know about this place. We aren’t on a map and without a guide that already knows the way, few people can find their way here even with perfect weather, let alone in a sandstorm…” the younger one said.

“So? She isn’t exactly strong. She’s young and doesn’t look like she’s in the best health,” Soren countered.

They were talking about me! He wanted to know how I’d survived the desert and made it to this village. The Moon Goddess had guided me.

‘Wake up!’ I screamed into the echoing void. This was awful.

How long had I been here like this?

Again, I was swirling through the fog, trying to find my way back to myself. The longer the silence dragged on, the heavier and denser the fog became. My mind was slipping into darkness. I couldn’t see through it no matter how hard I tried.

I wasn’t even sure if I was connected to my body at all. Did I still have arms and legs? Did I have a mouth? I knew I had ears because I could hear them talking but everything else… it was missing.

Was I a ghost?

A hand on my arm, I felt that! But where was his voice now?

I tried to see through the fog. I wanted to know who was there. Who was talking about me and did I need to get away from them?

Were they dangerous? Would they send me back?

Desperately, I needed to hear the first voice again. I wanted to feel that soothing and safety deep in my bones. He would ground me. With his voice, I’d be able to cut through the fog and see what was happening.

The younger voice didn’t press, and Soren stayed silent.

“My apologies, Soren. I shouldn’t have asked that question,” the younger man said. “It’s just that there have been regional wars. They don’t impact us directly, but the outside always seems to be closing in on us. None of us want that. I know you don’t, either.”