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Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 160 The Name Of Our Boy

Chapter 160 The Name Of Our Boy

**Ethan’s POV

I walked into Rosalie’s tent, not exactly sure what I was doing there or what I even planned to say to her when I spoke to her. But I needed to see her. Regardless of whether I was a heartless rogue or not, I always had one soft place in me, and Rosalie and our child were nestled in there, whether she wanted to be or not.

“What do you want now?” she asked. Her tone sounded more exhausted than angry this time. I saw that the baby was sleeping in the bassinet I’d carved for him. I didn’t want to disturb him, so I hoped we could keep from arguing. It seemed like every single time I spoke to Rosalie anymore, that’s all we did.

“How are you?” I asked her, taking a few cautious steps over to see what sort of a mood she was in. I could see she’d been eating. She had more energy, and the glow she always had about her face was stronger.

She shrugged. “I’m a prisoner being held against my will who only just got to start seeing my friends a couple of days ago and am in the process of bonding with my child again who has hardly seen me since I got here. How do you expect me to be?”

A smart remark made its way onto my tongue, but I bit it back. I didn’t come there to argue. I ignored what she’d said and replied, “I’m glad to see you’re eating.”

“Well, a promise is a promise. At least, it is to me.” She gave me a look that said she hadn’t forgotten all of the promises she felt I’d broken to her. Maybe she was right, and I hadn’t managed to keep my word with her. The circumstances around us changed so rapidly, it was like trying to predict which direction a stick floating by in a fury of rapids might go.

How was I to know whether or not I’d be able to do all of the things we’d dreamed of doing together back when life was simpler?

Still… I wasn’t going to fight with her. “We’ve got a big fight coming,” I looked her in the eye, trying to really converse with her. “I have a feeling that this time there are more than one force surrounding the camp. A lot of them are rogues but there may be others.

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

I was happy that at least she was willing to say something. There could be trained soldiers under the employment of the kings.”

She bit her bottom lip. I didn’t mean to scare her, but I needed to make sure she was aware of the situation, too. “I think the baby and I would be much safer at the palace,” she said.

I sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. We’d talked about this before. I wasn’t letting her go so I stated, “Rosalie, It would be too dangerous for you to get there.”

She shook her head. “It’s too dangerous for us to stay.”

The way she was talking was alarming to me. A ripple of fear went up my spine. Ever since our discussion the other day, I’d been afraid I’d be summoned from my work to be told she was gone. Though I had guards watching her all the time, there was a possibility she could give them the slip.

After all, she had succeeded in doing that before. Or for that matter, she could get some of these rogues that were supposed to be loyal to me to help her.

I was certain that Rosalie had the charm to persuade people and get them to help her if she tried. That was why I tried to restrict her from getting in contact with others as much as possible.

“You can’t leave, Rosalie,” I told her, trying to keep the begging out of my voice. I sat down on the cot near her feet, and

Chapter 160 The Name Of Our Boy

she pulled them back away from me, like she just couldn’t stand being near me,

She didn’t respond this time and just looked off in the distance again, like she used to do when she was withdrawn.

“Rosalie, listen, I have to go out and fight. I’ll be responsible for a lot of lives, including your friends, Talon, Vicky, Georgia,” I said bitterly. “I don’t need you to care about me, but I know you care about them, right?”

She didn’t respond again, however, her beautiful eyes weren’t just staring in the distance now. At least I knew she was listening.

If it was about anyone else, she’d be interested, just not me. How ironic.

However, I pressed down my urge to make any sarcastic remarks and continued in a leveled tone.copy right hot novel pub

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