Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Will She Ever Forgive Me? **Ethan’s POV

After my detour to the marketplace, I met up with my men at headquarters for a full report on the in We needed to execute the mission and get out of here.

However after thinking I saw Rosalie in the market today, I was not ready to leave this island unti Richard reported for his squad. “We saw a group of men near the docks, but we were unable to conf I took that information in and nodded. “And whether

they were arriving on the island or leaving may change our

plan.”

“We believe he may have been leaving,” Richard continued.

"We'll check out the situation tomorrow morning,” I told them. “As per the plan, we are scheduled to I looked around the room, and all of my men nodded in understanding.

"We still haven't been able to get close to the mansion,” Richard added, “but we believe it is possible, despite the heavy guards. There is a large area in the back of the property which is likely ou I nodded, giving my approval for him to move forward with his plan.

The others reported, and I listened, but I was restless.

The wolf within me wanted just as badly as I did to seek out our woman and our child.

Finally, evening had arrived, and I released my men to get ready for their tasks tonight. I found myse Suddenly, I felt that pull deep within me again. This time, it was even stronger

than before, and I couldn“t ignore

I had to follow it.

Before I knew it, I'd already followed it through the town, between trees and over hills, along the ou TIfound myself standing near the complex where the target lived.

But I wasn't at the front, near the mansion. I was at the back, and the pull was stronger than it had ex I took a deep breath, Richard did say the back of the property was our best bet—

probably less security.

Since it was just me, I was confident that I could scale the wall without getting caught. Darkness was I listened carefully for the patrol, and when I was certain the coast was clear, I made my way over tf a garden near a little cottage.

Whatever that was pulling me to this island was inside of that cottage.

Could it be her?

My fingers traced the necklace in my pocket.

Was it all just wishful thinking?

My heart called out to her: “Rosalie!” It had done the same in the marketplace. It had called out to her so many times since that moment when I'd seen her standing on the cliffs and feared she'd

fall, only to see her plummet over the edge a moment later.

But had she really?

And then

I heard it.

The familiar

sound of her laughter hit my ear first. It was faint, muffled by the cottage walls, but I would've recog certain it was Rosalie’s voice.

I felt like I'd been kicked in the stomach. All of the oxygen left my lungs, and my heart stopped beati How could this be?

I stood perfectly still- waiting, listening.

A few minutes

later, I heard footsteps at the cottage door and realized someone else was in Rosalie’s cottage, an Could it be the target?!

No wonder it had been difficult for Richard and the team to find him. He wasn't in the mansion!

I strained with every single

cell in my being to listen to their conversation. He was telling her goodnight-

he was kissing her cheek.

My heart froze.

Why would Rosalie be with our enemy?

I couldn't see her from where I was standing, but I could hear them.

When he stepped down off of the porch stairs, my mind was racing at a thousand miles an hour, con of there with me safely.

I was about to mindlink Richard for reinforcements and prepare my attack

But my feet were not moving.

And it had nothing to do with Rosalie.

My eyes were fixed firmly on the face of the target.

It was almost like I was staring back at my own reflection. Even in the dim light from the porch of the Soren?

My half-brother?

But What was he doing here?

It didn’t make any sense.

I stood there, my mind trying to comprehend how I could be seeing him on this island.

We had confirmed intelligence that Soren was the one working with the rogue

forces attacking us in the north. So how the f*ck was he also here?

My hands flew to my head as I tried to connect all the dots. He couldn't be leading the rogue forces I took a deep breath and ran my hand along my jaw, thinking through the situation.

Yes, he could be doing both. Overseeing the weapons and supplies for the West King while simultan: He would clearly stop at nothing to defeat the East.

As I watched him walk away, one thing was certain-my half-brother Soren was definitely the target. Anger seethed through every pore of my being. I wanted to lunge at him, to rip him limb from

limb without even shifting into my wolf form. The idea that he

could do this to my people, that he was the one responsible for so many senseless deaths, so many i and for what? Because he hated me?

I was so full of rage that I saw red.

What the f*ck was he doing? The East continent was also his homeland. How could he do this?

That was to say nothing of the fact that he had also stolen \my woman and child from me—

my own flesh and blood.

I would most definitely kill Soren. There was no doubt in my mind this mission would be

completed, one way or another.

But I realized that, if I acted at that moment, I would be doing so when I was out of control- and

my attack most likely wouldn't be successful

I needed to wait until the time was right, when I could think things through instead of acting out

of anger. Otherwise, things could go badly. I owed it to my squad to stay rational.

Through the window, I saw her sit back down at the piano and play a

few keys. Then she seemed to sighed and got up from the piano, walking towards the window.

My heart was beating faster with every step she took towards my direction.

She opened the window.

Thankfully, I hadn“t been taking a breath at that moment, because the wind would've been knocked She looked so stunning, standing there with the starlight catching her hair. I had to wonder

what she was looking for, gazing out the window in the middle of the night.

Could she have been looking for me?

Or maybe she was looking for him.

Once again, anger boiled up inside

of me as I thought about Rosalie together with Soren. The two of them together, sheets between the I almost shouted,

“No!” as I stared at her from my hiding place in the rose bushes. But I said nothing.

I needed to think, and at the moment, my head wasn't clear enough to know what I needed to do.

I was simply glad to see her— to know that she was alive.

How many times had I died, knowing that she was gone? How many times had I watched her die in r mind and died right along with her, only to be revived just to do it all again? Over and over...

And here she was- alive and well..

And living on an island with the last person I would have ever imagined.

She had no

idea what shed gotten herself into, either. Soren might have appeared handsome and charming, but And as painful as the thought was, it seemed quite clear to me that Rosalie had fallen for him. Rosalie closed the window and disappeared.

I found myself stunned and

couldn't move at all. My brain was a mess at that moment, and I took a few breaths as I tried to sort that had happened that night.

Then, from inside the house, I heard the familiar voice of hers, the voice I had thought I'd never hear It soothed my tense nerves immediately.

I closed my eyes, letting myself indulge in the angelic melody.

It was a nursery rhyme. The melody carried to

me on the island breeze like a haunting dirge, despite the sweet lyrics, and from deep within my sou both of them — Rosalie and our baby.

It was as if my very core was charged with a magnetism that sought out the other piece of its whole. The only way I'd ever feel like a complete being again was to reconnect what had been taken from mr It all made sense now.

It had been my baby, our child, pulling me closer, beckoning me to come near.

The closer I got to the baby, the larger and stronger the child grew, the stronger the pull became.

A calming sensation spread throughout my body, and I felt a wave of happiness settle over me.

As much as I wanted to burst through the door and confront her—

and to save her from this awful mistake-I knew I had to be shrewd about this. I would have to take r For now, I just stood there still, looking at the dark window, imagining how she was singing in the ro It would be too greedy to ask for any more at this moment. Impatience would lead to my destructior And then there was how badly I had treated her.

Was there any way that she could ever forgive me? And if not... What should I do?

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