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.”

manpower away from the cause for that,”

reminded me.

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

out with his uncle. It’s not as if we can

and East kingdoms much better than us. I do believe that his resources and intel could help us. After All,

than a potential enemy. Worst case, even if he is a foe, wouldn’t it be better to

to be more acceptable to her. She sighed and finally

edge of the palace grounds near the highest part of the wall. There’s no gate there, so it would be difficult for him

sounds perfect,

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

put me in, but I think it will work,”

Rosalie… I mean… Your Majesty. Sorry. Old

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

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

said, looking

in need of a fresh coat of paint. The kitchen cupboards were

owned an island and

clothes hung in the closet for you. The toiletries are in

always wanted to learn cooking! Maybe one day, you’d be willing to come over and

and didn’t seem to be bothered by the

that. Seraphine and Cerina had already made their compromise, and I did think it was a good idea to

shook my head, and turned his offer down. “I’m afraid I’ll be quite busy for a

his 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 how much I appreciate your

eye. “Please give me some time. However, regardless of what I think, you should understand that my people will be much slower to accept you.

“I

say more, but before I could get anything out, one of the

Majesty,” he said, “but we just received

that you’re needed in the war

“Thank you,” |

going to have a baby.” He put his hand over his abdomen the way

bit back a laugh at his silliness. “Please behave and don’t do anything

he promised

later.” I

standing. Fresh from the battlefield, he was dirty, with sweat and blood