Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
Chapter 672

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 672

Chapter 19 : Why Should I Help You?

*Soren*

After sending Payne on another recon mission, I headed back to the hotel. Instead of following Miladirectly, I sent him to keep an eye on the bounty hunters.

I made my way to the top floor and headed toward my room. Halfway down the hallway, I paused.A slender, brunette beauty leaned against my door. She wore a familiar white sundress, her brownhair rippling down her back like a chocolate waterfall.

She had her ankles crossed and leaned against my door casually, but also in a way that made itimpossible not to see the perfect shape of her body.

“Rosalie?” I murmured, thinking that maybe I was dreaming again.

The woman turned around and smiled gently, nodding to me.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes at myself. No, it wasn't Rosalie. It never would be.

Instead, Mila stood there. Inwardly, I chastised myself. What the f**k was I thinking? Why was I stillthinking about Rosalie? There was seriously something wrong with me.

I approached Mila, crossing my arms.

"Why are you here? What do you want?" I asked sharply.

Mila licked her lips and tried to smile again. I saw her jaw tense, her lips strained. She forced hersmile wider.

“I was waiting for you,” she said in a soft, sultry voice.

I pursed my lips and arched an eyebrow at her. Less than an hour ago, she yelled at me to stay awayfrom her and ran off again. She made it clear she wanted nothing to do with me and nothing fromme.

And yet, here she was, at my door, wearing an outfit obviously meant to entice me.

I narrowed my eyes at her.

The dress wasn't all that was different. She'd showered. I could smell the nice fragrance of hershampoo.

What was she up to? Most women who tell a man to leave them alone and run off don't come backan hour later looking for something... deeper.

I looked her over and shook my head. It bothered me that she could make me think of Rosalie soeasily. It bothered me that I couldn't stop thinking about Rosalie! I'd tried to let her go. I evenhopped dimensions to get as far away from her as possible.

Had Mila come into my life simply to be a reminder of what I longed for and could never have?She was free to leave from the temple. I hadn't followed after her and I hadn't tried to stop her onceshe ran. If she'd just taken that chance then her issues would be long gone, along with the aching inmy heart for Rosalie.

Had she come back just to torment me further?

Of course, Mila didn’t know anything about Rosalie or how she impacted me. Maybe this was mypunishment for running away and abandoning my family. The Moon Goddess would never let meforget or move on.

Well, if Mila was my punishment, I didn't have to make her existence any easier.

"Do you know what kind of women dress up and show up at a man’s door in the middle of thenight?” I asked coldly, narrowing my eyes further.

Mila took a half step back and pressed her hand to her chest. She looked offended for a moment,then her face flushed. I thought it was embarrassment until I saw her clench her hands at her sides.She'd attacked me with a knife before, I wouldn't put it past her to try and hit me.

I raised an arm, ready to block her, but Mila relaxed her fists.

She took a deep breath and gave me a sweet, challenging smile.

“I didn’t know you would read that deeply into my actions,” she said, arching an eyebrow. “You'refree to perceive me however you want, but if that's what you think of women, that sounds more likea you problem.”

I scoffed but held my tongue. The insult I threw at her came from my own anger at myself. It wasn'tlike I was really mad at her. I knew I was overreacting.

I bit the inside of my lip to keep from smirking. Her reply was... unexpected and intriguing. She wasdefinitely after something.

But that was just how she was. Whatever she wanted, I knew it was about her own survival. Shewouldn't be here unless she was desperate and that made me curious. What could have happenedin the past hour to make her suddenly so desperate to put herself back in my presence?

Waving her aside, I opened the hotel room door and went inside. I left the door open, giving Milathe chance to come in if she chose to.

*Mila*

Soren disappeared into his room but he left the door open. I stood in the doorway for a momentwondering if I should follow.

Well, I wasn't going to get what I came for by standing out in the hallway all night. I went in andclosed the door behind me.

Soren moved around the room and I leaned against the doorframe. He hadn't really invited me inand he hadn't offered me a place to sit, so I wasn't sure if he was going to turn around and tell meto leave.

He was upset about something. I thought it was at me, but it felt deeper than that. He lashed out inanger, I've seen that happen again and again, but I got the feeling that he wasn't directly angry atme.

Thick silence hung between us as Soren moved around the room, busying himself with pickingthings up and moving them around. It didn't look like he had an actual purpose to anything he wasdoing.

“So... Do you have anything to drink?” I asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

Without glancing at me, Soren went straight to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of wine and twowine glasses.

My stomach twisted nervously. That was a little more intimate than what I was thinking. I justwanted a glass of water because my throat was dry.

Still, without speaking, Soren sat down on the couch and nodded to the seat beside him. He set theglasses and wine bottle on the coffee table.

I rubbed my hands together and bit my lower lip. Drinking wine on a couch together was pretty...intense.

Shaking my head, I walked across the room and sat down. I had made up my mind that I would dowhatever I needed to in order to get his help tonight. This was all about survival and there wasn'tanything I wouldn't do to survive.

Soren shifted slightly on the couch, making a comfortable space between us. I sighed and relaxedslightly.

While he uncorked the wine, I looked him over. The light in the room was dim but I was closeenough to see the lines on his face.

Sure, I'd looked at him before and I'd seen how handsome and attractive he was. I'd never reallyseen him before, not until I looked at him in this lighting.

I'd always looked at him as an enemy, so I was guarded and refused to see deeper than his physicalfeatures. The room was so relaxed and I could finally see more of him.

He was good looking, there was no dancing around that. Who was I kidding? He was more thangood looking. He was absolutely gorgeous! But behind his attractiveness, I could see strength andfierceness.

The way he went through the motions of uncorking the wine and deliberately pouring it into theglasses showed focus. But I also sensed aloofness. Like his focus on the wine was a way to take himout of the current situation. He used that action to keep himself distant from being in the room withme.

Soren swished the wine around in one glass and tasted it. He sighed and his eyes softened slightly.It was the same look he'd had in his eyes when I turned to face him after he'd called me Rosalie. Icouldn't really remember, but I felt like he'd called me that before.

Underneath that cold, distant, fierce exterior, he had a soft heart and tenderness. Maybe he waseven a little gentle.

Of course, I knew that softness was reserved for someone else. The mysterious Rosalie. It hadnothing to do with me. When he looked at me like that, it was because he was seeing her.

It didn’t matter who he longed for or who he reserved that tender, gentle part of himself for. I washere to make a deal with him and if the fact that I reminded him of someone else played to myadvantage in this situation, I'd take it.

Soren topped his wine glass off and then handed the second one to me. He leaned back on the sofaand relaxed. I could visibly see the tension melt off his muscles.

I looked into my wine glass at my distorted reflection on the surface of the crimson drink.

“So, tell me, Why are you here?” Soren asked.

His eyes slid sideways until he was looking directly at me.

I chewed the inside of my cheek, my face heating up. My hand tightened around the wine glass andI sighed. How did I want to ask him this question?

I had to tread carefully here or Soren would just laugh and throw everything back in my face. If Icould appeal to that gentleness within him, I could probably make him do whatever I wanted. I justneeded to replace the right words.

In the graveyard, he seemed intent on protecting me. Maybe, if he saw me as helpless or weak, he'dbe willing

Sighing, I nodded to myself, determined, and met his gaze.

I took a deep breath and said, “You know there are people after me... bounty hunters,” I started. Ikept my voice soft and meek.

"Yes. Payne and I are the ones that told you that,” he said tartly, sipping his wine.

“Right. Well... after I left the graveyard I realized I wouldn't be able to fight them all. I wouldn't evenbe able to run from them all,” I said with a dramatic sigh.

I watched Soren’s face. So far, he showed no sign of buying my innocent, helpless routine."Another point I made to you in the graveyard,” he added.

“I know. And you were right. I didn't realize it at the time but the Black Fire poison is still... it acts upnow and then and makes me really weak. I don't know how long it will be until I'm fully healed. Iguess... what I'm saying is... Soren, I need your help,” I said, letting some desperation seep into myvoice.

Soren arched an eyebrow at me. He tilted his head to the side, seeming intrigued by my request.Suddenly, he chuckled.

“Why should I help you?" he asked.