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Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 204 Tell Me the Truth, Ethan

He stood with his arms folded across his chest. For no reason, I felt like I had done something really wrong, like I had cheated on him, even though I didn’t have even a tiny little bit of romantic feelings toward Alex, nor would I ever treat him as more than a friend. Before I could answer Ethan, Alex came back with a plate of food. A small portion of juicy turkey was presented in the center, with a hot sweet potato next to it and some fresh raspberries circling the protein and the starch. It indeed was irresistible. I hadn’t gotten the chance to eat since I had gotten up that morning. The delicious smell of food made my stomach rumble, and I flushed. “My queen, please take a break and eat something. Your health is of utmost importance to your people, for you bear the burden of our freedom.” Alex set the plate down to the table, and urged me to eat. Ethan’s brow knitted even tighter and he narrowed his eyes. I watched the two of them facing each other, feeling quite awkward. All I wanted was for both of them to leave so that I could enjoy my meal, yet with the two of them both staring at each other, I felt I probably should say something so that they didn’t end up fighting each other. Finally, Ethan looked at me and nodded. “Rosalie, you should eat.” Alex immediately followed. “Indeed, Your Majesty! Please enjoy your meal.” I pressed my temples, really hoping that they could sort out their problems outside of my tent. Then Alex bowed his head and offered Ethan his hand. “It is a pleasure to meet the former Rogue King, Alpha Ethan,” he said with a very polite tone. Ethan didn’t shake his hand, so Alex withdrew it. “Who are you?” Ethan asked. “I am the son of Alpha Dallas,” he explained, and I am the most devoted follower of Queen Rosalie, the White Queen. I shall do anything for my Queen.” Ethan raised an eyebrow at me, but all I could do was shrug. In the few days since Ethan had been gone, I’d grown accustomed to having Alex around. He was a great conversationalist. He would tell stories to keep me entertained, especially when tending to wounded soldiers, and it made it easier to lift their spirits.copy right hot novel pub

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