Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 160


    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 nned 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 ce 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 bass 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’te there to argue. I ignored


    what she’d said and replied, “I’m d 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 fighting,” 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 pce,” 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 rming 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 seeded 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


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    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. “I


    need to keep my mind on what’s happening in the battle around me. I can’t be distracted, not at all.” I


    ced my hand gently on her ankle.


    Finally, she turned her eyes to look at me. “I understand that, Ethan. What are you saying?”


    “I’m saying… if I thought there was a chance you might be gone when I came back, I’d be so worried


    while I was fighting, it wouldn’t be safe. It would be bad for my guys as well. I need to know for certain


    that when this battle is over, and Ie back to the camp, you’ll be here.”


    “What do you want me to say, Ethan?” she asked. Her doe eyes were so captivatingly stunning, even


    when all I could see was disdain in them. “You’re holding me here against my will. You want me to


    agree not to take any opportunities that might arise for me to leave?”


    “I know you don’t want to be here, Rosalie. And I’m willing to discuss it with you when things are safer,


    but for now, please, promise me you won’t leave during the battle? For your friends and our boy.”


    I turned and looked at my sleeping son. He had his thumb pressed between his thin pink lips, and his


    chubby cheeks were moving back and forth as he sucked on his finger.


    I’d already missed out on so much of his life. I didn’t ever want to say goodbye to him again.


    I knew what I was asking for was ridiculous. Why would she make such a promise? And even if she


    did, it wasn’t for me.


    A wave of indescribable bitterness crushed down, and I almost felt a lump in my throat. I must have


    looked pathetic. I hated to be like this, hopeless, helpless, and useless.


    Georgia was right; she deserved someone way better. If I was her, I wouldn’t even choose me.


    “Fine.”


    My attention was drawn back to Rosalie. I certainly hadn’t been expecting her to say that. “What?”


    “I said fine, Ethan,” she repeated. “You want me to promise not to leave during the battle? Fine. I won’t.


    I won’t leave without saying goodbye. But when this is over, we need to talk about this situation. You


    can’t keep holding me here indefinitely.”


    I nodded. That was something I could agree to-to talk about it. “Thanks.”


    “Sure,” she said, her tone snippy.


    I couldn’t me her. It’s not like I’d just given her a heartwarming token of my gratitude. This had


    already turned out to be way better than I anticipated.


    My eyes refocused on the baby. I wished I could pick him up and hold him again before I left, but I


    didn’t want to disturb him. All of a sudden, I realized something.


    “Rosalie, it just struck me,” I muttered, “what’s our boy’s name?”


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    There were so many things going ontely, I totally forgot to ask. Our perfect little angel, I wondered


    what name his


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    mother chose for him?


    My questions obviously took her by surprise. She remained silent.


    “Rosalie?”


    “I… I’ve been trying to decide,” Rosalie whispered. However, my instinct told me that wasn’t the case.


    “What?” I asked her. “What was it?”


    She shook her head. I was beyond confused. Why was she hiding our boy’s name from me?


    “Rosalie, tell me.”


    “I thought I had one picked out, but now….” She shook her head again.


    I moved closer to her and tentatively kneeled down with one knee facing her. She seemed too busy


    debating with herself to push me away this time.


    I was even more intrigued. Why was she acting like this?


    I reached out to her shoulders and willed her to look at me. What is it?”


    “I don’t want to say,” she told me, and she seemed really troubled. “It’s… stupid.”


    I thought of all of the not-so-attractive names I’d heard in my life, but my attention soon was soon


    drawn back to the embarrassed brte in front of me. I couldn’t help but remark, “Whatever name you


    chose for him would be wonderful, but Stupid is a bit… unique.”


    I watched as she took a couple seconds to react to myment, and her doe eyes widened in


    disbelief. She murmured in shock, “No… that wasn’t the na-what, Ethan, how could you…”


    Watching her showing any emotion at this point was a joy for me, especially when that emotion wasn’t


    all that negative towards me.


    Finally, sheined with a little embarrassment, “Ethan, that’s not funny!”


    I cracked a smile, and watched her face turn a little pink. After a short moment, she couldn’t help but


    also let out a chuckle. That was the best music I’d heard in months, and I almost lost it.


    Not wanting to ruin the moment, I dragged myself out from the desire of kissing her and iming her


    and said, “Funny or not, I made you smile, so it worked. Seriously, though, Rosalie. What were you


    thinking of naming him?”


    She took a deep breath and blew it out. “Well, right after I had him, I thought of Rowan…”


    “Rowan?” I repeated. She nodded and lowered her head. I could see her face blushing and my heart


    started racing.


    Rosalie with Ethan. Rowan.


    At the moment, I felt as if I was in heaven.”


    Rowan. I loved it, actually, but I didn’t want to seem overzealous and make her change her mind. What


    if she hated me so much that she’d change anything I liked?


    So I tried to make myself sound calm, “I like that. It’s a strong name.”


    Not to mention she was right. Rosalie with Ethan…


    “I don’t know,” she said, “I was thinking maybe there was a better name…


    “I think it’s the perfect name for a future king,” I told her as our son wiggled a bit and scrunched up his


    little face.


    “Maybe.” She seemed to be still considering it.


    “Rosalie, it’s a good name. Trust me,” I said assertively.


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    Finally, she nodded and looked into my eyes. “I loved you when he was conceived, and I’ve tried to


    love you every day since, but… anyway, regardless of everything else that has happened, our boy was


    a product of love.”


    She dropped her gaze, and for a moment, I could see exactly how much pain I’d caused her.


    “I will find a way to fix all of this, Rosalie,” I told her, but she wasn’t looking at me again. I couldn’t


    me her. She felt like I’d lied to her time and time again, and even though that wasn’t the case, I


    didn’t have time to try to reassure her about it


    now.


    The baby was waking up now, so I reached over and carefully lifted him out of the bass. I knew he


    was hungry and wanted his mother so he could eat, but I wanted to hold him before I left. He snuggled


    his little head against my


    shoulder and grunted a few times.


    Theld him for a few moments before I realized he was going to fuss until he ate. Turning to Rosalie, I


    saw that she had tears in her eyes. I wondered what I’d done wrong now. Did she not want me to pick


    him up?


    “What’s the matter?” I asked her.


    She shook her head. “Nothing. Hand him to me. Hand me Rowan.”