Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 694

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 694

Chapter 41 : Ready for What?

When I felt Soren pull back, embarrassment flooded through me again. I clamped my eyes shut tightly and looped my arms around my waist. I could barely sense him anymore.

What had come over me? Why was I acting like that?

Had I really been… horny?

That’s what it seemed like. And Soren was the one I wanted. What was worse, now he knew it!

I shuddered and hugged myself tighter. Disappointment and unfulfilled desire stuck to me like tar. I was disappointed in myself for showing the way I felt but I was also disappointed in Soren for not doing anything about it.

When had he become so prude? It wasn’t like he hadn’t done all that and more to me already…

I shook my head to push those thoughts aside. Maybe he was purposefully trying to torture me. That was all I could think.

The room was quiet. Almost too quiet.

I wondered if Soren had left after my embarrassing display. Squinting one eye open, I checked to see if he was still there.

Soren was still sitting on the edge of the bed, his gaze steadily on me. Those blue-gray orbs were penetrating, seeing straight through the sheet and his t-shirt.

My insides squirmed and my cheeks flushed again. I covered my face with my arm.

“Drink a little more water, just to make sure you are staying hydrated,” Soren said.

I uncovered my face and saw he was holding out a cup of water this time. Pulling myself up, I leaned back on the pillows, semi-reclined, and I took the cup of water. This one, I drank slower, hoping the awkwardness I felt would go away by the time I was done.

Soren remained where he was, watching me. He didn’t seem upset by my earlier behavior but he seemed cold and distant now. Soren didn’t move or speak as I drank my water.

When I was done, I handed the cup back to him and sighed.

“I’m feeling much better now, thank you,” I said.

“You’re welcome,” Soren replied warmly.

“How is Miltern pack? The curse was lifted, wasn’t it?” I asked, looking out the sunny window again.

I must have woken up later in the afternoon because the sun was already setting. I could see brilliant, vibrant colors across the sky.

“The curse was lifted, thanks to you, and the pack is already on the mend,” he said.

A little frown touched Soren’s lips.

“What is it?” I asked, leaning forward more.

“You figured out how to use the Feather of Justice. Unfortunately… it seems like it was a one-use artifact,” he said.

Soren held the box out to me, the lid opened.

Had he gone through the other items there while I had been sick? The other things seemed undisturbed but there was a small pile of ash in one of the corners.

The letter, the spellbook, and the map hadn’t been moved or touched.

Sighing, I reached out and touched the light, fluffy ash. That was probably one of the only things my mother had ever left me and it was gone, destroyed. I had to use it to save Miltern but my heart ached at thinking one of my last links to her was gone.

“Your mother would be proud of you. I know that much from your memory,” Soren offered, pulling me from my thoughts.

I smiled dryly at him and nodded.

“What are you going to do now? You lifted the curse and found out about your past…”

I lowered my gaze to my lap and twisted my hands together.

“I’d like to make a trade with you,” I said, lifting my gaze to his.

Soren arched an eyebrow.

I reached into the box and pulled out the map that had come with the letter. I held it between my fingers, stroking my thumb over the soft parchment.

“Everyone was looking for that artifact, the one they talked about in my memory,” I said.

“Yes. I doubt they ever found it because it is still a mystery,” Soren said.

“I know they didn’t. Because my mother broke it into separate parts and hid them all over where no one would think to look,” I said, holding up the folded map.

“Why do I get the feeling that you know?” Soren asked, eyeing the paper in my hand.

“My mom marked it on the map. I’ll trade you this map and the artifact but I do need one thing,” I said.

“You’re keeping me quite busy with your pursuit of Helen and taking care of that poison,” Soren said smugly. He crossed his arms but I got the feeling he was teasing me.

“I know… I,” my cheeks turned crimson. “I know I’m asking a lot but… Please?”

“What is it that you want?” Soren pressed.

“I want revenge!” I snapped, looking straight into his eyes. Anger flared in me. I thought I’d buried it after that dream, but it came flooding to the surface. “I want revenge on those that killed my parents and my pack. The ones that tortured my mother and… The ones that stole from the dead!”

I unfolded the map and held it out to Soren so he could see.

“I swear, I will make them pay. But I need your help,” I said.

Soren glanced at the map and pursed his lips. He snatched the map from my hands and immediately folded it up, tucking it into his pocket. He stroked his chin and nodded.

“In that case, you need to get back to your full strength. You can’t seek revenge with a weak body.”

“But…” I pointed to the pocket where he’d hidden the map. How did he expect to help me if he didn’t know where the pieces were hidden?

“Be a good girl, Mila, get some rest,” he demanded.