Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 143 The Rogue King

**Rosalie’s POV

Soren was healing steadily, but the pack wasn’t too happy about his stay

“Your Majesty!” Cerina knocked at my open office door.

“Cerina,” I looked up from the piles of documentation and studying materials and greeted her.

“Where’s the prince?” The prince was my baby boy.

“He’s with Seraphine. Do you need me for something?”

Cerina breathed in deeply through her nostrils, held it for a moment, and then let it go. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

I stood up from my desk and gestured for her to take the seat at the sofa with me.

“Is this about Soren?”

She nodded. It was obvious she wasn’t pleased with his presence, and I could hardly blame her.

I started, “I know that it’s difficult for anyone to understand why I haven’t simply locked him up or had him executed. But our relationship is a complex one. He helped me when I was in

need of assistance, and I would like to do the same for him.”

“My understanding is that he helped you when you were in need of assistance because he had ordered some men to beat you, isn’t that so, Your Majesty?” Cerina might be respectful, but she also didn’t have any problem speaking her mind.

“Yes, to an extent,” I said. “There’s more to it than that. Anyway, he did take me in. He gave me a job and cared for me while I needed it most.”

“He held you hostage so that he could use you and the prince as bartering chips. That’s how I see it,” Cerina replied, folding her arms. “Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I believe you may be more trusting than is good for you.”

“I’m sure you’re probably right about that,” I admitted. “I do tend to forgive easily and think the best of people.”

“And in many ways, we admire you for that. But in this case… he is a dangerous man. He needs to be dealt with accordingly. He should be seen as a prisoner of war, not a friend visiting from out of town for an unforeseen amount of time or a political refugee.”

I considered her words and realized she was right: “Very well,” I said. “Toward that end, I’d like to give him someplace to stay. It should be somewhere that he will be comfortable but also where we can make sure he is watched at all times.”

away from the cause for

reminded me.

as an ally, he may be very valuable. Not to

not as if we can ransom him back,” Cerina said with

much better than us. I do believe that his resources and intel could help us. After All, we need to know what

I added, “It’s better to have a friend than a potential enemy. Worst case, even if he is a foe, wouldn’t it be better to keep him under our watch than

to her.

highest part of the wall. There’s no gate there,

perfect, Cerina. Thank

personally walked Soren to the cottage Cerina arranged for him. I’d already been there

put me

Rosalie… I mean… Your Majesty. Sorry. Old

was strange, hearing him talk to me that way. “You can still call me Ro or Rosalie when there’s no one else around.” I did have my guard with me, as I always did, but they were in the distance, and they weren’t listening that

“Here we are,” and gestured for Soren to walk in. “It’s just a small living

said, looking

old, dingy furniture. The walls were a light yellow and in need of a fresh coat of paint. The kitchen cupboards were old, and

owned an island and

hung in the closet for you. The toiletries are

Maybe one day, you’d be willing to

didn’t seem to be bothered by

reminded myself that I shouldn’t do that. Seraphine and Cerina had already made their compromise, and I did

his offer down. “I’m afraid I’ll be quite

arm around me and pulled me close. For a moment, it was like I was hugging my old friend. “Thank you so much. I can’t tell you

understand that my people will be much slower to accept you. That means, in the meantime,

“I understand.

anything out, one of the

me, Your Majesty,” he said, “but

that you’re needed

never a good summons to receive. “Thank you,” | told him and then

not going to have a baby.” He put

his silliness. “Please behave and don’t do anything

it,” he

later.” I smiled at him and

at the front was standing. Fresh from the battlefield, he was dirty, with sweat and blood caked to his face. He didn’t appear to be injured himself, but he had