Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 676

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 676

Chapter 23 : Whatever You Want, I’ll Help You

Soren broke out in laughter, throwing his head back. He clutched his chest and shook his head.

I stared at him. What was he trying to pull? I had no idea how to respond to his sudden outburst of laughter.

Slowly, he stopped laughing and sighed. When he looked at me again, his features were composed and professional.

“I’ll help you,” he stated simply. He did not ask for additional favors and he didn’t make more s****l jokes. He didn’t question me further, he just agreed to my terms.

In fact, he didn’t even ask who Helen was.

A pit formed in my stomach. What if he already knew Helen? What if he was using me to get to her?

I didn’t know who she was but I didn’t want to lead a potential threat to her.

Soren’s willingness to help without actually demanding further payment concerned me. Was I giving him everything he wanted?

What if getting his help meant that I was putting Helen and myself in a worse situation?

It was too late to second guess. I’d set myself on this path and whatever Soren’s intentions were, I needed to bide my time. This was a long, complicated game of wits and strategy between the two of us. I needed to evaluate each move and figure out what was the most beneficial thing for me to do.

Lost in thought, I didn’t notice Soren move until his arms were around me.

I gasped as my breasts pressed against his chest and our legs brushed together. His bare chest was firm and warm. I could practically feel the hot blood running through his veins as his skin pressed against my arms.

“Wha…”

I tried to wriggle free but he was too strong.

Soren grabbed my chin between his fingers and lifted my face. He stared into my eyes and smiled lightly.

“I told you, Mila, whatever you want, I’ll help you get it,” he purred.

It sounded familiar. Last night, when my mind and body had been exhausted and sated, he’d spoken those words to me. I almost thought I dreamed them.

Staring into Soren’s eyes and thinking about last night, my stomach fluttered and my heart hammered heavily in my chest, like a hammer on an anvil. I worried he’d feel my heart and I tried to step away again.

Soren shook his head and tightened his arm around my waist. “Do you remember?” he asked huskily.

I nodded slowly. “I-I remember.”

My breath rushed out of my lungs and my cheeks warmed. A blush covered my face, neck and bosom and I noticed Soren’s eyes roam over me quickly. He bounced his eyebrows as he traced my flushed skin with his eyes.

He released my chin and brushed his fingers along my neck and collarbone.

I sucked in a sharp breath. The feeling of his fingers on my heated skin reminded me of last night.

It had been my first time and he’d guided me through how to touch him and make him feel good. And he hadn’t held back when it came to making me feel good too.

My thighs clenched with renewed desire.

What was wrong with me? I wasn’t some lustful woman with loose morals and a need for carnal satisfaction.

Last night might have felt amazing, but I still considered it sinful because it had been based on gaining the advantage, not true feelings.

Shame and irritation flourished in my abdomen and I glared at Soren.

I pushed my palms against his firm chest and pulled away from him. Turning on my heel, I headed straight for the door and across the hall. I shut and locked the door so Soren wouldn’t try to follow me.

I fanned myself with my hand and then hopped in the shower. I kept the water cool to calm me and relax me. When my shower was over, I changed into something comfortable and kept most of my skin covered.

Although Soren couldn’t see me now, I just wanted to feel comfortable in my own body for a while.

I shifted the rug and opened the floorboard where I’d stashed my things. The box was still in there, undisturbed.

Retrieving the box, I set it on the bed and stared at it for a while.

It was made from dark reddish wood with brass hinges and a matching brass lock. The wood was glossy and the metal fastenings were polished. The box had been well cared for, even though it had been buried.

I hadn’t done anything to clean it off but it was impossible to tell it had been covered in dirt the night before.

I ran my fingers over the top of the box. It was completely smooth.

There were no markings, no writing, or anything to tell me where the box was made, what pack it belonged to, or anything.

Even though there was a lock on the box, I couldn’t feel or see the seam where the box would open.

It was a long shot, but I tried to lift the lock and see if the box was open.

Nothing happened.

Sighing, I tapped the lid. I could hear that the box was hollow inside, which meant it was intended to be opened.

I got my pack from under the floorboards and pulled out a small leather pouch with tiny metal tools in it.

Just because I didn’t have a key didn’t mean I couldn’t get into that lock.