Sold To The Untouchable Alpha novel Chapter 5

[Arissa's POV]

"Me?" I repeated, feeling amusement flare. "Do I owe you money?"

"No."

No? Then could it be…

"That bear was your pet!"

"No."

Hm… if the bear wasn't his pet and I didn't owe him money then...

"You're here to finally kill me!" I yelped in excitement.

"To be so young, you seem ready to end your life." The man chuckled, lifting his brow.

Laughing, I let his words wash over me. Of course, I was ready to die! After two twelve years of pure hell, who wouldn't be?

"If you're just going to not tell me why you're here, then I'm going to sleep."

Turning, I made my way to the small cot I was given to rest on and plopped down.

"I've got a proposition for you." The man announced once I got comfortable.

"Go on."

If he thought I was going to get back up, he was wrong.

"I'm listening."

Closing my eyes, I waited for him to speak.

"I'm here to make you a mother." He began.

Eyes widening, I turned over and fixed my gaze on him.

What the hell did he just say?

"Mother?" I repeated, uncertain if I had heard him correctly.

"That's correct." He huffed, crossing his arms. "I need an heir."

"And what does that have to do with me?" I asked, slowly sitting up. "Aren't there plenty of women willing to throw themselves at you?"

If I said he wasn't good looking, I'd be lying. However, if he thought I was some easy bitch, he was wrong.

"Go find someone else. I'm not interested." I yawned.

"What if I promised you freedom afterward?" He pushed.

Freedom... what would I do with that? I didn't even know the meaning of that word anymore.

"Not interested." I sighed, closing my eyes.

"How about revenge?" He tried.

I could feel my interest being piqued by that word.

"Who are you exactly?" I asked, slowly opening my eyes and fixing them on him.

"I am Ivan Fredrickson, the Liutenant General of the Rose Thorn Army." He responded with a slight bow.

The Rose Thorn Army, huh? If memory serves me right, that army fought off the rogues that threatened the land. But, wasn't Ivan Fredrickson my bastard stepfather's brother?

"Do tell me why my own uncle would want to make me a mother." I sighed, sitting up. If he wanted to play pretend with someone, I wasn't the one.

"For future reference, I am not your uncle." He hissed, his eyes growing darker. "You are not the blood daughter of my brother."

"True." I agreed, smiling slightly. "If I were, maybe he wouldn't have thrown me into this hell."

Maybe he wouldn't have, or maybe he would. Since I wasn't blood related to him, I would never know.

"You killed his son." Ivan pointed out, drawing me from my thoughts.