Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 670

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 670

Chapter 17 : Everyone Deserves Happiness

*Soren*

Growling, I rolled my eyes. My chest felt bruised where she’d hit me. It was a strong punch.

I still couldn’t figure out if she’d burst into tears because she was upset, because I’d hurt her, or because she was trying to distract me. Whatever the reason, she’d wasted no time in using my hesitation against me.

Perhaps she was more dangerous than I’d considered before. All this time, I thought it was her secrets and her past that would cause trouble and bring danger. She had some of her own power too.

“Calm down, Mila,” I hissed. “I’m not here about the damn box.”

“Y-you’re not?” she asked, creasing her brow.

I sighed and shook my head. When I looked her over, pity swelled in my chest. This poor girl had never known friendship, love, or trust. She was so closed off and defensive, so mistrustful that she was suspicious of everyone and everything, even when they were trying to be nice to her.

I felt sorry for her, always living with the mindset that she had to be on her own and had to survive at all costs. Until that moment, I hadn’t really considered the drawbacks of her life or how they had damaged her in ways I couldn’t even imagine.

“I came here to make sure you were safe,” I said in a gentler tone.

Mila scoffed and shook her head. She clutched the box to her chest like she thought I’d leap over the gravestone and wrestle it away from her if she relaxed her grip for a second.

Her mistrust filled the space between us. I didn’t really need her to trust me but I would have liked her not to be so suspicious and paranoid. She probably couldn’t help it at this point. Her expectation that everyone just wanted to use her or get something from her or make money off of her was a part of her DNA by now.

“I’ll stay out of your way, Mila. I don’t even need to know what is in the box, but you should come back to the hotel with me,” I said, holding an arm out to the path through the temple.

“Why?” she snarled. Her knuckles were white as she clung to the box.

“You have no idea what is out here or how many people are after you. That box could put another target on your head,” I pointed out.

Mila glared at me but I could see the wheels turning in her mind.

“I can take care of myself. I’ve done it all my life,” she insisted with a firm nod.

“Like you did when you were poisoned? Or when you were attacked in the woods?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.

Mila scoffed and shook her head. “Those were extreme circumstances. I’m feeling a lot better now, stronger. I won’t let myself get caught again. That’s how I avoid trouble.”

“I know you are a very capable woman, but stealth and secrecy can only get you so far. Alpha Chandler has some of the worst, most dangerous, most successful bounty hunters after you. They will anticipate all your moves,” I warned.

“You can’t threaten me to stay with you!?” Mila snapped.

I sighed heavily, my shoulders rising and falling. There was no way to break through her mistrust, was there? I wondered how she’d react if I told her about the night we spent together.

From what I gathered, she was still fuzzy on the details. It might shock her into compliance…

No, it wasn’t the time to reveal that, not when she was so up in arms. She probably wouldn’t believe me, anyway.

“I’m not threatening you. I’m merely suggesting that having some muscle looking out for you might not be such a bad idea,” I explained.

“You know, I believe that you really believe what you’re telling me,” Mila said, her voice softer. “But I think it is all an act. You’ve convinced yourself that you want to protect me for my own good but that isn’t the truth. It never is.”

“I’ll say this, you know as much about me as I know about you. Keep your inaccurate assumptions to yourself,” I snarled.

Mila’s eyes flared with anger. “You’re just a faker! Pretending to be nice to me, pretending you want to protect me. At the end of the day, all you want is to use me, just like everyone else.”

She glared daggers at me and snarled.

Taken aback, I didn’t know what to say to her angry outburst.

“I’ll give you props. No one has attempted to befriend me in order to use me before. You can’t trick me into trusting you or letting my guard down!” she snapped. “You’re just like the others, only worse because you’re trying to play on my emotions.”

“Like the others? I saved you twice,” I reminded her again. “Have you already forgotten?”

“And how do I know that wasn’t just some part of your elaborate game? No one offers their help like that without expecting something in return,” she insisted, stamping her foot.

I snorted a humorless laugh and ran a hand through my hair. She was impossible to reason with.

“So, I’ll pay you back for your assistance but I’m not giving you anything more than fair compensation and you’re not going to be able to hold it over my head in order to use me,” she explained with a firm head nod.

“I never asked for payment. Nor do I expect anything in return. Not now, and I won’t come calling to collect in the future,” I assured.

“Then you’ll stop following me and leave me alone?” she asked. “Because you’re never going to get what you really want from me!”

I smirked and chuckled. She was quick and clever. I found myself enjoying the challenging conversation.

“What do I want from you?” I asked.

Mila paused for a moment. That seemed to confuse her.

“Why ask me? Shouldn’t you be asking yourself that question?” she retorted.

“Hmm.”

I couldn’t deny that I was curious about the box. Whatever was in it, Mila could have and use however she wanted. But it was strange to me that she’d been able to find the box when all the card in the flowers offered was a time and place to meet.