Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 155
Chapter 155: Escaping From The Rogue King
**Soren’s POV
For days, I had been searching for Rosalie and had stille up empty-handed.
It hadn’t been easy to track her while avoiding all of the other parties running amok in the woods.
All of a sudden, the northern territory was crowded with different forces. Besides the mysterious Winter
Forest pack, not only were there guys from my uncle’s kingdom, who would’ve dly had my head if
they were toe across me, there were also King James’s secret agents as well as all sorts of
rogues.
On the way to the frontline, I caught word of the Rogue King. The moment I overheard some vigers
talking about the handsome, muscr man with the red eyes who was undefeatable in battle, I knew
who it had to be.
My half-brother Ethan. The Alpha who had been thrown out of the capital by his very own cousin. Who
else could it be?
But I didn’t want to have anything to do with them, Kal, James or Ethan. None. I simply wanted to find
Rosalie and make sure that she was okay. James was after her for her blood. If she wasn’t careful,
they would find opportunities to approach her and take her back to Mirage.
However, regardless of trying my best, I was still toote.
By the time I got to the frontline, unfortunately, I got word that Rosalie was already taken away by the
Rogue King. He came and left like a ghost. No one knew how he did it, but we were not able to locate
him after his short appearance.
The Winter Forest pack had been searching for their queen for days. Even if the scout got a glimpse of
the Rogue King, by the time the reinforcements arrived, Ethan and his group would just disappear
again.
No one was able to get in touch with Rosalie, so we had no way of knowing whether she was there with
him because she wanted to be or because he wouldn’t let her go.
I needed to find that out. If she did want to be liberated, then no matter how strong Ethan was, I would
do everything I could to set her free.
I was frustrated with the progress Cerina and Seraphine made in searching for Rosalie and decided it
would be best if I acted on my own. I realized that I could guess some of Ethan’s ns when I put
myself in his shoes. After all, we were brothers. A lot of times, we would think alike.
After almost a week, I’d managed to spot a campsite that I thought had to be Ethan’s. I spent a day or
two in the woods nearby without being detected, but just when I thought I saw someone walking around
who looked a lot like my half-brother, I realized that the smell of wolves was growing stronger by the
second.
Part of me wanted to stick around to confirm whether that was Ethan, but the rms in my brain were
going off, telling me to run.
They must’ve detected me and were on my trail.
Abandoning my initial goal, I took off, running through the forest as quickly as I could. Hearing the
sound of paws hitting the forest floor near behind me, I dodged behind a tree and stripped in order to
salvage my clothes before ! shifted, taking them with me.
in my wolf form, I was faster than in my human form, and I was also quicker than Ethan’s soldiers.
He wasn’t the only brother who got speed and agility as part of their good genes.
I circled back around the battlefield that they’d all been fighting on a few days ago, letting the mixed
scents from the various packs mask my smell. The aluminum odor of blood and a hint of death hung in
the air as well, mingling
with the usual fragrances of the forest. Together, they helped me to hide my trail.
Still, I could feel them behind me, even if they weren’t right on my tail anymore. I circled around again,
going much wider and heading for a nearby vige. Perhaps I could find a ce to hide there or at the
very least use the scents of the others in the vige to mask my own.
I dodged between buildings and down alleys, drawing a few eyes from passersby who were probably
wondering if I was a rogue myself.
But my eyes were not red, so they didn’t stare for long at the stranger, assuming I meant no harm.
I kept running, making loops, heading back into the woods a distance from Ethan’s camp.
Once I reached a thicker section of forest, I slowed down and listened. I didn’t hear them anywhere. I
couldn’t smell them anymore either.
I thought I’d lost them..
I decided to take a breather. I shifted back into my human form and got dressed. I sat with my back
against the trunk of a pine tree and considered my next move.
How was I supposed to get into the camp all by myself to find out whether or not Rosalie was truly
there?
If I still had the troops I had before, it would be so much easier. I wasn’t used to being on my own. I had
people who worked for me, and I had Thomas, but now… it was just me.
Closing my eyes, I let my exhaustion from running around the woods overtake me. Before I knew it, I
was asleep and dreaming of Rosalie, of finding her, liberating her, and running away with her to a ce
where she and I could start a life together with the baby. It was a pleasant dream, one I never wanted
to end.
But then, a strange noise woke me, and when my eyes flew open, I was looking into a pair of dark eyes
only a few inches from my face.
I leaped backward, wanting to get into a defensive position, but I was trapped against the tree. I swung
my fist around, which seemed to startle the person in front of me. And in a sh, I noticed a knife was
pointing at my throat.
However, the person holding the knife was trembling, obviously not a seasoned fighter. I narrowed my
eyes and dodged the knife easily. With a few tussels back and forth, I gained the upper hand and
snatched the knife from my attacker.
It didn’t take long for me to pin him down and point the knife back at his throat, but then I realized that
he was a young wolf who had fear in his eyes.
“Who are you?” I growled.
“Wait! Don’t hurt him!” an elderly female voice said, “I ‘pologize for that, son!’
I looked up from the young man and saw the face of an old woman. She said, “We ain’t sure whether
you’re a rogue. Sorry, we needed to be careful.”
I didn’t move and evaluated my situation. It was true that they didn’t attack me in the first ce. Had I
not waved my fists around, the guy probably wouldn’t have pulled the knife. They probably didn’t intend
to really hurt me after all.
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Sol moved the knife away and released the young men in my capture.
I got a clear view of the leader. She was probably in her mid-seventies with gray hair and wrinkled skin.
She was covered in dirt and leaves, as was I, no doubt, and it appeared as if she must live out here in
the woods.
“We’re all good,” I said. “I didn’t mean any harm either. I was just very tired and took a rest here.”
I wasn’t afraid of them, but I’d rather conserve my energy by avoiding any fighting at the moment.
“Yes, we see it now, son,” she nodded. “You look half-starved, too. You hungry?” Thadn’t eaten much of
anything for thest several days, so I found myself nodding before I even considered why
she was asking.
“Well, why don’t youe on over to our camp with me, and we’ll fix you up with some stew, huh?”
*Camp?” I repeated, not sure what she was talking about. Who was the “we” she had referenced?
“That’s right. I’m Wanda, and we live in these parts. Ain’t many of us, but we’re close. Come with me.”
“Hi, Wanda,” I said, nodding at her kindness. “I appreciate it.” I had no idea if I should trust her or not,
but if it was a pack of old and weak, I thought I’d be fine.
Pulling myself up off of the ground, I followed her about a quarter-mile to the camp she’d referred to. It
was small, only a few huts and a firepit where a pot was heating. The smell told me this was the stew
she’d referred to.
As we entered, a few others came out. Not all of them were old, but none of them looked intimidating.
One was a young girl. She had to be about Rosalie’s age, I imagined.
Wanda told me their names. The girl, Ba, nodded at me, but she kept her distance. She looked
frightened. I stayed away from her out of respect. The young man who initially approached me was her
brother.
Afraid to tell them my real name in case they had heard of me, I said, “I’m Shawn.” They gave me
friendly nods to wee my arrival.
“What brings you out this way, Shawn?” a middle-aged man named Henry asked me.
“I lost my pack during the war and I escaped with only one woman. When that battle was going on the
other day, we split up to avoid the conflict.” It was a lie, but not much of one. “I haven’t been able to find
her since then, and I’m afraid she might’ve been captured by the Rogue King.” That part was true.
“Your mate?” Henry asked.
I wished, but I shook my head. “No, but she’s most important to me.”
As Wanda passed me a bowl of stew, she smiled, “Ah, young lover.”
Not exactly. But I didn’t deny it either. “Thank you,” I took the bowl over and sat down to eat the stew
with them. “What brings all of you here?” I asked.
“Most of us here lost our families to those damn rogues or the war,” she said, and during dinner, I heard
more of their stories.
Wanda had lost her home and her husband. With nowhere to turn, she’d ended up here. Ba’s
parents had been killed when she and her brother were younger, and now, this was their family. They
didn’t have a penny to her name. Henry had deserted his post with the army because he was afraid of
dying, and now he was on the run.
I’d always looked at war from the military perspective, and rarely knew what it really meant for the
normal civilians.
What would they think of me if they knew my role in the conflict and that I had been sending resources
to the rogues? I shook that thought out of my head.
As the sun began to go down, Wanda asked, “You got a ce to sleep tonight?” “No,” I told her. “I’ll
probably just find a tree somewhere.” “Oh, no! You can’t do that! Rogues are everywhere,” Henry said.
“Stay here. We’ve got plenty of room.”
I tried to turn it down. “Nah, I still need to go find her. But thanks.”
Wanda frowned, “Ya’ said you’ve been runnin’ ’round for a few days. Why that be?”
I shrugged. “They knew my scent by now.”
Ba, who had been quiet, lifted her head. She whispered something into Wanda’s ear, and Wanda
discussed it quietly with Henry.
“Son,” Wanda said, “why don’t ya’ stay the night with us, and we’ll go with ya’ tomorrow? It’d be slower,
but we may
be able to help cover your scent.”
I didn’t know that was even possible. However, I remembered when they approached me, I didn’t sense
anything.
“How?”
“We got our ways, son. Ya’know, otherwise we wouldn’t be able to survive.”
My eyes widened. That, indeed, could be a great help. However, I was wary, “Why would you do that?.
Wanda chuckled. “Easy, son. All of us here know what it’s like to lose someone. If we can help, as long
as it won’t put us in danger, we’ll help. We’re all a bunch of misfits, but we know how to take care of
one another.”
Her words touched a soft ce in my heart.
Misfits… more and more oftentely, that was how I felt too, I didn’t belong to any pack any more and
I’d lost pretty much everything. This group was a bunch of outcasts, yet, i fit well here.
Iughed at myself bitterly.
That night, lying in a hut with a few other men, including Henry who snored like a grizzly bear, I stared
up at the thatch roof and thought of Rosalie and her baby. I had to find a way to get them back.
These people were kind enough to offer help to a stranger like me. I didn’t want to put any of them at
risk, but needed it, and they seemed to be confident about keeping themselves safe.
In addition, if they helped me get to Rosalie, it may give them an opportunity to join the pack of the
north and not have to be outcasts anymore, so it would be worth it.
Rosalie was kind and forgiving, she would wee them with open arms, especially if she knew that
they helped me to find her….
When I finally fell asleep, there was a smile on my face.