Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 50: What Am I Going To Do With You?

**Ethan’s POV

My mind had been full of a lot of things lately. With the war growing closer, and more of the outlying cities

and villages being attacked, my warriors were stretched thin. James was persistent that we needed more

troops, but my gut told me adding more men wasn’t the solution for the problem.

The enemy knew us too well.

Romero’s pack owned the islands between the East continent, which James ruled, and the West

continent, where our enemy was located. It was crucial that we had his support, both for additional troops

and for the permission to use his islands as a base of operations.

However, I was going to lose my godd*mn mind if I had to hear another word from Romero or his

daughter.

I couldn’t believe that, with everything going on, I was basically being blackmailed into marrying a woman

I couldn’t stand.

I knew that cunning old fox wanted to plant his influence in our kingdom, but something seemed off. I

couldn’t trust him fully, and if I ever found out he had any intention to undermine the alliance, I would

make sure I was the one to end his life.

And Rosalie. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Talon and I discussed.

I couldn’t let the same thing happen to me and my pack again.

But maybe she was different…

My wolf was on edge, and, slowly, the pressure was eating away at me.

I needed something, anything, to help take the edge off before tonight’s engagement dinner.

My feet carried me towards the suite I was supposed to be sharing with Rosalie. The echo of my

footsteps reminded me that I was walking faster than I usually did. There were many eyes in this palace

watching my every single move, so I slowed down my pace.

I sneered at myself. What was I anxious about, anyway?

Quietly, I opened the door and allowed myself to slide into our suite.

I heard her singing a soft melody, her voice flowing freely. My eyes searched for her throughout the living

area before I realized that the sound was coming through her bedroom door.

Standing there, I closed my eyes listening to the sweet melody I didn’t recognize. The language was not

one was familiar with, but it soothed my troubled mind.

Her singing just touched me in places that had been closed down for so long. It was as if a warm blanket

fell over me and smoothed away all the negativity that had been there before.

“Ethan?”

Her voice snapped me back to reality, and I saw her at the bedroom door, staring at me. I had been so

enraptured by her singing I had not even noticed she had stopped.

“Um, I just want to check on you.” | cleared my throat.

“Oh-” Her eyes fell downwards. I noticed that there was yarn and needles in her hand, and it took me a

moment to realize what she was doing.

She responded mildly, “I appreciate you coming by.” Her voice was gentle and soothing, just like her.

Nothing she said gave offense… but I was not impressed by her flat greeting.

She used to react to my arrival a bit differently- sacred, excited… or even happy? Some sort of emotion, I

wasn’t sure what.

But now she was so calm. Too calm.

I frowned.

She hadn’t seen me for some time now. I expected more from her- although, even I couldn’t articulate

what exactly that was.

Finally, she smiled.

“Good to see you. It’s been a few days.”

My mood was better. Way better.

What she didn’t know was, while she might not have seen me for a few days, I had seen her every night.

I would get comfortable on the sofa late at night, for a few hours. Then I’d made sure I was up and gone

before she awoke.

“Knitting?” I asked her, although it was quite obvious.

The only other woman I remembered seeing knit before was my grandmother when I was a boy, but she

had passed not long after my father was killed.

“Uh, yes. I know that I will be gone after the baby is born, but I want to make something for the baby.. so

that they can have a piece of me.

‘I will be gone…’

It just didn’t sound right to me.

Rosalie looked towards me quietly, seemingly waiting for my reply. I could see the pain and sorrow in her

eyes she had the most innocent and beautiful eyes I’d ever seen, and that made my throat tighten. Why

was she like that?

She told me it was about Madalynn.

Was that really it? For some reason, I felt her pain was more than just jealousy, although, a very small

part of me was a little happy that she was jealous.

What the fuck was wrong with me?!

I was going to be getting married to Madalynn. I had already made my decision and my choice, and that

was all there was to it.

There was a knock on the door, and Georgia came in before either of us could even call her in.

“Ca–.-!-

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Rosalie was curious. “Hi Georgia. Bring what to me?”

“This!” Georgia extended a bag. “I bought it at the market the other day. Check it out.”

Rosalie took the bag and reached inside. “Oh, my goodness!” she exclaimed, pulling out a large wooden

train.

Georgia was a little nervous. “Well, I figured whether it’s a boy or a girl, the baby can play with it, but if

you don’t think…”

Rosalie interrupted her with a huge grin on her face. “Georgia, this is just perfect! I LOVE it!”

My sister was never the most affectionate girl, but for those she cared about, she would support them to

the end of her days.

Rosalie set the train down and hugged Georgia tightly. “You’re so thoughtful! Thank you so much.”

Georgia chuckled, “You’re very welcome.” The two of them went on to try out the toy.

So I was totally ignored.

D*mn it, Georgia!

I turned around, cleared my throat, and gave Georgia a get-out-of-my-hair look.

She rolled her eyes at me, but put down the train on the desk immediately.

“Rosalie, I’m glad you like it. Well, I still need to go to my training today. I gotta go.”

Before she left the room, she gave me a look I couldn’t quite read. I frowned, was she judging me for

something?

I shook my head to turn my attention back to Rosalie.

She was still playing with the train a little, and her smile brightened the room.

For a moment, I couldn’t look away, nor did I know what to say.

A thought came to mind- if things turned out the way I wanted… perhaps the future could change for

Rosalie.

“I’m sorry,” Rosalie seemed to finally remember that I was still there. “Where were we?”

“It’s all right. If you don’t need anything, I have to get prepared,” | mumbled.

Rosalie gave me a soft smile and nodded. “The engagement dinner. Yes, I know. Please enjoy yourself

this evening. You don’t need to worry, if I need anything, I’ll call Mary.”

I frowned. It felt like she didn’t need me here. She was mine, and she should need me. It was my job to

take care of her and my child, not someone else’s, I was her Alpha.

“Stay in your room tonight.” I said, nodding. Those were the only words I could force out of me.

She lowered her gaze. Her thick and long eyelashes blocked me from looking into her eyes, as if she

was avoiding me.

“I will,” she assured me, and I knew she would.

Except for that one time, she’d never disobeyed me, and we had already sorted that out.

Her promise put me a bit more at ease, knowing that she would be safe. I turned quickly, exiting the