Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 165


    Chapter 165 Prisoner Again


    He was so strong, so powerful, that a direct blow from him to my head would certainly crush my skull.


    When he swung his fist at me, I knew then, I was a dead woman.


    So I waited, with my eyes closed, for the impact, assuming my world would fade away soon. Rowan’s


    sweet face was all I saw before my eyes


    But rather than feeling the direct impact of Ethan’s fist to my head, instead, I felt a rain of debris-bark,


    leaves, small twigs-as Ethan instead made contact with arge elm tree I was standing next to.


    His rageful battle cry rang out around me as the splintered wood hit me in the face and shoulder. I


    raised my arms to shield my face and waited for the storm to pass.


    When I opened my eyes again, the tree was demolished. Arge chunk of it was missing on the far


    side, and the trunk was bent backward like it would topple over any second.


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    My eyes then went to Ethan. Blood was pouring from his hand, the skin mangled and shredded from


    where the bark had bitten into his flesh. However, he didn’t stop. He continued to punch the tree over


    and over again until his fists were coated in so much blood and cuts that I could barely tell their original


    shapes.


    When he was finally done, he left his fists half buried in the tree trunk and he was still panting heavily


    from the exertion of trying to keep from hitting me. The blood trickled down from his fingers along the


    tree trunk, forming a small puddle on the ground.


    Eyes wide, mouth agape, I stared at him, not knowing what to say. I couldn’t believe what had just


    happened. Had he really just punched a tree instead of me? Nearly destroying a sixty-foot elm rather


    than my face?


    He didn’t spare a look at me, and his eyes were red and moist. For a second, I thought, if he were to


    cry, he would cry blood instead of tears.


    At seeing the wounds on his hands, my gut instinct was to offer to help, to try to fix it. Standing there in


    obvious pain, even though he wasn’t so much as gritting his teeth, I knew that Ethan was more


    vulnerable in that very moment than he had ever been before, even when we were making love, even


    when he confessed to me about his broken heart, even when he’d told me that he loved me for the first


    time.


    But then I remembered-there’s no fixing Ethan. After all of this time of me trying to correct his erratic,


    uneptable behavior, perhaps that lesson had finally sunk into my skull, even if his fist didn’t.


    He might be vulnerable at the moment, but in a matter of seconds, his countenance would change.


    He’d bottle that emotion right back up, and he would go from the emotionally avable, open person I


    saw standing before me now back to the heartless monster I’de to know ofte.


    Even as I watched him, I could see his countenance change. His eyes were narrowing again, and his


    face crumpled into a scowl, not because of the pain but because of the anger.


    Punching the tree hadn’t made him feel any better. It had only messed up his hands-and the tree.


    Knowing that Seraphine and Soren had to have gotten away by now, I resigned myself to the fact that I


    was Ethan’s prisoner again. Running would do me no good. Even with injured hands, he’d catch me,


    Besides, all of the fight was out of me. Not only did Ethan’s outrage let me know he’dpletely lost


    his mind now, but it also resigned me to the fact that I was a lost cause.


    I was never going to break free of him… Now, I may never even see my son again.


    Once he had caught his breath, he said, “Let’s go, Rosalie.”


    Amomentter a few of his guards arrived, and I knew I’d better start walking But before I turned to go,


    I said, “Just remember what I told you, Ethan I may be here in the flesh and blood, but you will never


    capture my soul. I don’t belong to you.”


    He didn’t say anything in return, only stared at me, his red eyes seemingly dead to the world


    The guards surrounded me, all of them bloodied and battered from the battle, which I was assuming


    was over since I no longer beord wolves fighting in the distance. Otherwise, they likely wouldn’t have


    come to investigate the situation.


    I doubted Ethan had actually called for ther ass store using the


    heas seil onder the impression he could handle me himself While that proved to still be true c o lor


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    Ethan came with us. He insisted on taunting me, staking songs de mele a phantom halbent on staying


    amenace that simply would not go away


    I thought I’d feel better after saying all wanted to Enan, however icottere seeing him hurt made me


    more upset than I could understand


    ved or hapov letting my emotion out In fact,


    I shook my head and seriously thought there was something wrong with me


    When we got back to the camp, I saw that much of it was in shambles People were thing to right the


    tents and put things back where they belonged


    Luckily for me, my prison tent was unhamed


    Vicky was in her human form, working alongside a man I had to assume was Paul to help a few injured


    wolves. When she saw me, her eyes lit up, and she came running over to me ‘Rosalie she said.


    Vicky only got about ten feet from me when Ethan stopped her ‘Wol’ he shouted, “You are no longer


    allowed to see Rosalie! No one is!”


    Vicky’s face fell, and I watched her puzzle over what mightve happened. It was clear she wanted to


    reason with Ethan, but she knew better than to do that. Instead, she asked him. What happened to


    your hands?”


    “Leave me the f*ck alone,’ was his impolite response, and once again, I saw the emotion in her face


    shift. She lowered her head, but nced at me. I could tell she was sincerely concerned for her Alpha.


    I wanted to tell her I was sorry and thank her for her friendship, but at the moment, all I could do was


    keep walking,


    “Where’s the baby?’ Vicky called after us, and Ethan swirled around and came after her. Thankfully, by


    then, Paul was there. He took Vicky by the arm and tugged her away, making small bowing gestures as


    he went, as if to silently apologize to Ethan so that he didn’t destroy both of them.


    “Stop being a jerk!” I muttered, not caring if he heard me or not. I knew he wasn’t going to hit me now,


    so I wasn’t afraid of him.


    But the defeated spirit I felt was weighing down my soul sat like a heavy boulder in my chest.


    Especially when I arrived back at my tent.


    Inside, everything was nearly the same.


    Except for the fact that my baby was gone. His bass, the one Ethan had made for him, sat there


    empty. All of his things were gone for the most part. There was just the cot with the dirty nkets on it


    and a few other items I’d been brought over the time I’d been held here.


    I would go back to my previous disposition soon enough-not eating, not drinking any water, not talking


    to anyone.


    If he wanted to hold me here, he’d have to be satisfied with a shell of me because that’s all he was


    going to get.


    “You will stay here,” Ethan said to me. I didn’t turn around to look at him. “No more visitors. Only you in


    here… as my prisoner.”


    Without turning around, I reminded him of what I’d already told him. “You may have my body, but you’ll


    never have me, Ethan. If you ever regain your soul, you’ll realize what a horrible person you’ve


    be! I don’t want to see your face. Ever again.”


    He growled at me, but he didn’t say anything. What was there to say? I was the prisoner, he was the


    master…. If he expected me to like that, he had another thinging.


    Ethan stepped out of my tent, closing it up behind him, and I heard him telling the guards to stay there


    and not to go anywhere for any reason


    A sigh of exhaustion left my lips as I melted onto the cot, sitting with my back against the tent wall


    again, my knees folded up into my chest


    I had done this before; I could do it again.


    Butheglome there was a hopelessness around me that I hadn’t felt before. My son was gone. I had no


    chance of getting to see my


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    oud be a spirit and just float through the tent walls, that I could fly away, over the foresi, to find my


    baby, and


    then re-solidify next to him, snatching him up in my arms.


    For however long Etrian kept me here this time, I would spend every moment thinking of Rowan and


    praying that he was safe


    When Ethan first met me, I was a different woman in many ways, but one thing he failed to take into


    consideration was how dramatically a woman can change when she bes a mother.


    Before, I was trying to find a way to survive Ethan for myself and the welfare of someone I’d never met


    Now, I was tying to surme Ethan for Rowan, my child, the most important person in the world.


    That made me far stronger than Ethan could ever realize.