Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 183 Soren’s Betrayal

**Madalynn‘s POV

“Behar, it‘s late. Why

don‘t we go to bed?” My mate was checking the map at the desk. I wrapped my arms around his neck fro

m behind.

He moved my arms away a bit harshly. “Not now.”

His tone wasn’t as sweet as a couple days

ago. I clenched my fists. It was all Rosalie‘s fault! That b*tch…

“We almost had them,” Behar‘s gaze landed at a spot on the map where we had trapped Rosalie and Eth

an a couple of days ago.

Igritted my teeth. “That f*cking b*tch!”

Behar narrowed his eyes and glanced at me. “Your plan failed, and father isn‘t happy about it.”

I was growing tired of hearing him complain about the failure of our previous attack, chasing Rosalie out

of the temple.

In fairness, it was just as much his fault as it was mine that it didn‘t work.

How the f*ck was I supposed to know that Rosalie was going to become a ginormous she–

wolf and push us all out of the way?

If he would‘ve taken care of Ethan before Rosalie ever shifted, maybe we would‘ve gotten through.

However, I bit my tongue. Even though Behar was my mate, I knew

better than to irritate him, so I brought up

the positive news. “We have reinforcements now,” I reminded him,

We were making some progress closing in on their city, and I could almost taste the blood that was sure t

o fill my mouth the moment I reached our enemy‘s line.

I couldn‘t wait to rip into the warm flesh of a rival soldier, to tear at the muscle with my fangs, and feel the

life force leaving their broken bodies….

“Yeah, but we lost some of our best men,” he said, turning to look at me

with clear displeasure. Why couldn‘t he just let go of such a trivial loss?

I remembered three nights ago when our screaming match about the lost battle had turned into rough se

x with lots of spanking and whipping. It was so f*cking good that the tent had come down around us.

However, although that night ended well, I didn‘t need another reminder from my mate that he held me a

ccountable for what had happened.

“It‘s just a matter of time before we bring them down,” I tried to reason with him. “We have a lot more wol

ves than they do, and we practically have them surrounded.”

“I can‘t wait to get in there and rip that motherf*cker‘s head off!” Behar growled and

motioned with his massive arms as if he was unscrewing Ethan‘s head and tossing it from his body.

I was glad that he redirected his anger toward our enemy, but I had to remind him, “We need to be pa tie

nt. You know that.”

I touched him on the arm tentatively. Seeing no rejection

from him, I continued, “We have to give it time. Ethan won‘t be able to resist coming out to confront us, e

specially when he sees his lovely Rosalie starving to death or hears his child crying in the middle of night

because they are out of food reserves.”

Chapter 183 Sorens Betrayal

His head rocked back and forth and I knew I had lightened his mood. I leaned over to his ear and whis p

ered, “Trust me.”

Behar looked down at my hand. He grunted, an animalistic sound that made my core tighten up.

He grabbed my wrist suddenly and threw me on the bed. His body crushed down and I could feel his de

sire. I was already wet,

“Excuse me,” a voice from outside said. “The two of you have a visitor, sir, miss.”

My forehead crinkled as I wasn‘t pleased to be interrupted.

“Who the hill is here to see us now?” Behar asked, clearly as confused and irritated as I was. “Come in.”

The messenger entered our tent, and a familiar form stepped from behind him.

My eyes bulged from my head. I was staring at a face that was so much like Ethan‘s, but it wasn‘t the ma

n I had been meant to marry.

I immediately knew who he was. I‘d heard about him. It was his half–brother.

And Behar‘s cousin.

I couldn‘t figure out what in the world he was doing here. Did he not value his life at all?

“Soren?” Behar folded his arms across his massive chest and looked the smaller man up and down. “Wh

at the f*ck are you doing here?”

Soren looked at the ground for a moment and let out a sigh, as if to say that he was expecting as much fr

om Behar.

“You son of

b*tch!” Behar roared. “You really have the guts to come to me! I‘ll chop you to pieces for Fa ther!”

Soren was confident. “You won‘t.”

“Are you challenging me?”

He shrugged. “Nope. It‘s just that I only work with winners –

or at least potential winners. I have no in terest in wasting time with soon–to–be losers.”

It was a very clever flattery, and Behar obviously took it. He said, “I‘m shocked you‘re not still hiding be hi

nd your b*tch girlfriend‘s walls!”

Soren narrowed his eyes, but he didn‘t say anything. He had to know that fighting with Behar in the midst

of our troops would be akin to committing suicide.

Behar scoffed. “Why is that? Did your b*tch decide she

didn‘t want you anymore? Did she choose your brother over you?”

Thad to bite back a laugh. Did Soren really think that Rosalie was his girlfriend?

I knew Behar was being facetious, but I couldn‘t help but giggle because

there had to be some truth to the

statement. To think that the brother Ethan hated was after his woman was highly amusing to me.

With Behar‘s biting words, Soren‘s shoulders went back, and he lifted his head. “I‘m back in my rightful pl

ace, Behar. Back with King Kal. I have decided not to give up my position so easily.”

“Your position? Ha, ha, ha!” Behar burst into laughter. “You really think quite highly of yourself!”

Soren shrugged again. “I guess I was wrong about you wanting to win then. Well then, so long.”

Behar studied him for a moment, then he smirked. “Why the hill would we want you back?”

“Because… I can help you put an end to this war once and for all. With King Kal… and you… as the vic

tors,” Soren folded his arms now, too, looking fully confident in the words that he was saying,

My mate wasn‘t buying it, though. A rich chuckle escaped his throat, and I couldn‘t help but put my hand

on him. I wanted to feel his smooth, rippling muscles beneath my palms

Shaking his head, Behar said, “We don‘t f*cking need you, little son of b*tch.” He took a few steps clos er

to Soren, letting his height tower over the smaller man.

A crooked smile pulled up the side of Soren‘s mouth, and he didn‘t back down. “Then… why haven‘t you

won the war already?”

Another growl emitted from Behar‘s lips. “Because I‘m patient,” he explained, though I had evidence to th

e contrary. “I am not a fool who rushes in without thinking first.”

Soren was shaking his head, “No, I don‘t think so.” He took a step forward, too, and they were almost ey

e to eye, though Soren was slightly shorter. “I think you‘re afraid… cousin.”

“Afraid?” Behar‘s eyes enlarged in offense. “What the f*ck are you talking about? I‘m not afraid of any thi

ng, little b*tch.”

“Yes, yes you are,” Soren said. “You‘re afraid of Ethan Gray.”

“F*ck you!” Behar growled, pushing Soren in the chest with his hand. To my surprise, Soren blocked Be h

ar‘s push and kept his stance.

“If you weren‘t afraid of him, you would‘ve attacked by now,” Soren argued.

I could see the anger in Behar‘s face. He was about to lose his cool and pound Soren into the ground.

I couldn‘t wait to watch.

“Look,” Soren smirked, “I‘m not here to argue with you tonight. Let‘s face the reality. You might be able to

win by staying here and fighting countless battles in the next two months. But what if I tell you I can help

you win the war sooner?”

Watching Behar‘s expression shift again, I could tell he was intrigued. He arched his brow.

“I have a proposal to help you

win the war sooner. You wouldn‘t need to wait, or even need to fight. You will be the returning victor, wort

hy of claiming your throne as soon as your father steps down.”

Behar chuckled. “Yeah, you just go ahead to make that sh*t up.”

“I can. And I will,” Soren replied.

“Bullsh*t,” Behar said, shaking his head.

“Oh well,” Soren turned around to leave the tent. “Too bad. I guess I‘ll just go talk to Uncle by myself.”

Soren took a few steps, but my mate called him back before he could leave the tent.

“Hold on now, Soren Black,” Behar said. “Don‘t you go infiltrating my lines without my permission.”

I knew that Behar wasn‘t worried about Soren walking through our lines. He would be happy to see Soren

But if Soren went to King Kal and his proposal worked, Soren would get the credit with the king, who was

“If you so much as step into my father‘s field of vision, he will squash you like the little roach you are,” Beh

“Your elderly, one–

armed father is going to squish me?” Soren asked, laughing, but stopping in his tracks,

Behar was obviously offended as he growled at Soren, “Do not insult the king!”

Soren held up both hands. Clearly, he knew that Behar meant that King Kals guards would carry out the k

“Okay, okay I‘m just saying ” Soren‘s smile was sinister. “No matter how great a king is, he will still grow o

Behar was able to lose it again until Soren finished his sentence, “––

and it‘s time for the young and powerful one to shine, cousin.”

Behar stared at Soren for a moment, he didn‘t comment on Soren‘s bold statement, but I knew he took in

I looped my arm around Behar‘s and I asked the question for him, “What‘s your proposal, then?”

Soren waggled his finger left and right. “I need your words first.”

I knew I couldn‘t make any promise on behalf of

Behar, so I looked at him. He took a moment to consid er. Finally, he said, “If you help me win this war, I‘ll

two territories on the East Continent at your choice.”

“Honey, that’s so generous of you!” I leaned my head on my mate‘s arm.

Soren‘s eyes narrowed and he looked at

me in an unfriendly way. “Sh*t the f*ck up. That‘s none of your business!”

I was furious, and I could have struck that son of b*tch down right there, but Behar held me in place. He

gave me a warning look.

“You lucky b*stard!” | murmured.

Soren ignored me and rubbed his chin as he was thinking through the

offer. Then he pulled out a smile. “Deal!”

“Now, what‘s your proposal?” Behar warned him.

Soren laughed. “It‘s time for me to show you my hand then, Behar.”

“Show me?” My mate stepped closer to him and tipped his head down, sizing his cousin up.

“Yes, show you… Actions say so much more than words, right?” Soren said, leaning up so that they were

“Oh?” Behar asked, snarling at him. “‘Soren, you‘d better not disappoint me.” A wicked grin spread across

face as he said, “You won‘t when you see him.”