Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 79


    Chapter 79 He Got The Ne


    **Ethan‘s POV


    The maps on my desk were beginning to blur together. Mostly, I was thinking about the war efforts–


    but sometimes about other matters.


    Rosalie. The baby. The letter.


    I couldn‘t think about it. I couldn‘t let my mind go there, not at all…


    She had made her request of me, and I needed to honor that


    and live my life the way she wished. Except, how could I be happy without her?


    I looked at the maps again, concentrating on the new Xs we‘d drawn for the new


    attacks, trying toe up with a n. It waste, and most of the others had long gone to bed.


    So I was surprised when there was a knock at my door.


    At first, I thought perhaps I had imagined it. I looked up, waiting to see if I heard it


    again. Instead, the door opened just a bit, and Talon stuck his head in.


    We hadn‘t talked much since he‘d told me the truth


    about Rosalie. I was angry at him, but I knew I really needed to be thinking about my own actions in thi


    s entire matter.


    I wasn‘t ready for that yet.


    “What is it?” | grumbled at him, returning my eyes to the maps, pretending to be so busy, I could hardly


    spare the time to look up at him at all.


    Talon came into the room quietly, moving like he was afraid I had been asleep


    or still was. He cleared his throat and stood in front of my desk.


    I should‘ve caught on right then and there that it was important.


    I looked up at him. “What is it?”


    Alpha, from time to time, some traderse in from the inds. Even now, with the war going on, that


    still happens. One of them had some nice jewelry pieces…”


    I was confused by what he was saying, but I decided to continue to listen.


    “…


    Vicky decided to take a look at them because she thought she might find a ne or bracelet or som


    ething to cheer up the little girl, Lily, whose mother is still missing…”


    I listened to him drone on and on, still wondering what the h*ll any of this had to do with me. “And?” I as


    ked him, finally losing all my patience.


    “And… while Vicky was browsing the jewelry one of the traders had brought in… she found


    this.”


    He pulled a piece of jewelry out of his pocket and held it out to me.


    My eyes were a little unfocused from staring at the maps, so I wasn‘t sure I was seeing the ne co


    rrectly at first.


    But after a moment of staring, I was certain I was seeing it.


    I would recognize that piece of jewelry anywhere.


    It hung


    there in the shadows cast by the dim light from themp on my desk like a ghost, haunting me from bey


    ond the grave, the gemstones catching the light and winking at me mockingly.


    My hands flexed on the desk in front of me. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I also didn‘t want


    to. I was afraid my fingers would fly right through it, like it was a hologram.


    Looking up at Talon, I managed to ask him, “Wh–where did


    he get it?”


    Talon shook his head and drew the ne back up into his fist. I hated that


    I couldn‘t see it anymore, but then, it was for the best–


    for now. “He got it in Avondale from another trader. I want to show


    you first and see if you want us to investigate further.”


    “Avondale…” I repeated. My heart


    began to pound in my chest as a thousand questions flooded my mind.


    How did it get there? Was it possible that she was still alive…?


    gone,


    “I know what you’re thinking,” Talon said, his voice calm. “Ethan.. we found evidence that Rosalie is re


    member?” he asked me.


    I nodded. Of course, he was right. It was stupid of me to think there was a


    chance that the young woman who sold the ne could be Rosalie.


    Besides, there were a million other exnations for how the ne could‘ve gotten there.


    “Anyway, Vicky bought it for you. She thought you would want it. I wasn‘t sure. I didn‘t know


    if having it around would… keep you from moving on.”


    Moving on. Those were two words I couldn‘t wrap my mind around.


    I did know that I needed to have the ne, though. I‘d carried Rosalie‘s letter around in my pocket f


    or so long without even opening it, why wouldn‘t I want the ne?


    I stuck my hand out, and Talon dropped the ne in my palm.


    The moment her ne touched my skin, I felt a chill run down my spine.


    This was her ne, something she‘d touched. Something she‘d worn around her neck. Something s


    he‘d kept close to her heart. Something she‘d had with her when she‘d …,


    I put it in my pocket. “Thanks, Talon. You can go.” I dismissed him with a wave of my hand.


    He didn‘t go right away, though. He just stood there, staring at me.


    Sighing, I looked up at him. “What?”


    “Nothing,” he said. “I just.. are you all right? I mean, I know that you have a lot of work, and there‘s the


    stress of the war, and you have been eating and sleeping better, but there‘s so much going on–”


    I cut him off, “I‘m fine, Talon.” This wasn‘t the first time I‘d had this conversation with him.


    “I like your short and sweet reporting style better.”


    I gave him another dismissive wave. He seemed


    to be a bit shocked at myments. It had been a while since I made anyments outside of work o


    r – her.


    Talon finally left.


    Once he was gone, I took a moment to look at the ne and remembered how beautiful Rosalie


    had looked when she‘d had it on. Her eyes had twinkled, and she‘d been so surprised.


    It had been one of my favorite memories of her.


    And it had also been one of myst memories of her.


    With the ne still in my hand, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. For just a moment, I let m


    Timagined Rosalie, obviously alive, and dressed in a cute sundress, her stomach a bit bigger than it was


    flung over her arm, a carefree smile on her face.


    N?velDrama.Org ? 2024.


    She walked into a pawnshop and plunked the ne down on the counter. “I need to


    sell this,” she said.


    Just like that, she‘d traded herst memory of me for cash and went on about her business, that smile s


    And why not?


    Why should she keep any memories of me?


    She knew what I intended to do to her, so why wouldn‘t she want to get rid of everything there was to re


    I would‘ve traded anything for that to happen– for her to finally have her own life, her free life.


    I shook my head, reminding myself that it was


    a stupid fantasy anyway. Rosalie hadn‘t taken her ne to a pawnshop because Rosalie was dead.


    I‘d seen her fling herself over the edge of the cliff. The fact


    that I was holding something that had once belonged to her didn‘t change any of that.


    All this did was open a wound, rip open a scab, take me back several weeks in time to when Rosalie ha


    I sat there at my desk with my head in my hands, trying to get


    myself together. My hand touched my pocket, where her lettery. She never knew that she had her ma


    power that no one else held – even if she only existed in my memory.


    Sometimes, the weight of


    the war and all of its repercussions, mingled together with the pain I was feeling, radiating from my hear


    fiber of


    my being, was almost too much for me to handle. I wanted to ram my fist through a wall or knock my de


    It waste, and I had been working too hard, so I decided to go outside and get some fresh air. I walked


    cliffs, and before I realized it, I was standing on the edge, the water swirling beneath me, the wind stirrin


    The ne was wound around my hand. I took it out and looked at it again. The jewels were dazzling


    That didn‘t mean anything. I wasn‘t focused on the ne.


    Theld it out over the edge of the cliffs and watched it twinkle. Dropping it now could mean it would make


    some lucky treasure hunter had found it on the cliffs and taken it to the pawnshop.


    There was no point in throwing it in–the ne would just keeping back to me.


    Just like my thoughts of Rosalie.


    They would never, ever go away.