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Chapter 169 Talon’s Punishment

**Ethan’s POV

‘Alpha, the battle is over.” Talon reported.

We were attacked again, but my men fought hard, and the border of my territory expanded.

This time, I had a feeling we weren’t just fighting against a group of rogues. We also encountered well-trained military forces. It might have been James’s men, but my instincts told me there were also other forces out there. Someone more dangerous.

Nevertheless, it didn’t matter because all wolves looked the same to me-especially the dead ones.

The battle waged through an abandoned village near our camp, and as Georgia and I chased the remaining wolves through town, Talon, who was back on the other side of the village, reported our victory,

Talon, take those captives over into the woods and dispatch them,’ I told him, catching up to a wolf that was running with a small bag in his mouth. I knocked him onto the ground and tore out his throat in one fluid motion, leaving him reflexively jerking as the bag fell from his mouth.

Georgia jumped off my back and whistled. She picked up the bag on the ground and asked curiously, “What was so important that he’d tried to run away with it?”

‘Alpha,’ Talon said back, using the mindlink, ‘it’s against the warriors’ code for us to take their lives.’

A wave of irritation washed over me. Who did my Beta think he was, trying to tell me what was and was not acceptable?

‘Talon, I gave you an order,’ I reiterated.

‘I understand, sir,’ he replied. ‘But some of these prisoners may be King James’s men, if they catch wind of it.’

‘And?’ I asked him. ‘Talon, do as I say, now!’

First, all I knew was they were mingled amongst rogues, so they shouldn’t be treated differently from rogues. Second, they should’ ve known their fate when they chose to attack me first,

I had no patience to debate with Talon, so I cut the mindlink off. He knew what had been asked of him.

“Everything okay?” Georgia asked me, breathing heavily from the run.

| nodded. ‘Everything is fine. Or else it better be.

Georgia had opened the bag. It was filled with jewelry. Valuable loot like this wasn’t commonly seen, but I had little interest.

However, before I turned to walk away, a pearl necklace caught my attention.

“We should figure out where he took this from and give it back,” Georgia noted.

| sneered

“What?” She was puzzled at my reaction.

Talon, Georgia, or others… they still thought they were heroes to bring justice? We were f*cking rogues, no different than the other savages that we had just killed.

act like rogues, then

confused and shocked at my snarky comment, “Ethan, what the

was everyone questioning

Georgia,

mouth a bit, like she wanted to speak, but

with my mouth and told her, ‘Do whatever the

our camp. It was a long way from there since we

have full tontrol of the northern tier. I needed my territory expanded, and I needed more rogues to join us, because Rosalie was here

much larger now than they had been when I’d first arrived here, even with our loss of numbers on the battlefield, and I had far more wolves

though, when the one thing I wanted… was so

examined the necklace. The moment / saw it, I thought of my Rosalie. Pure and perfect.

pearls were of the highest quality, and

made her a flower crown. Sooner or later, I would make her a real crown to go with this

present, I made my way to her tent and picked up some

I found her in the same near-catatonic state she’d been in for quite a few days. The uncontrollable anger towards the world seemed to

needed to snap her out

said, waiting for her to turn

into the tent and sat next to her on the

eyes were focused on the wall, away from me. The last time I’d heard her speak was

was a few days

brought you something.” Taking the flowers, I held

her to blink a few times and then look down at them. “Flowers?” she asked me,

picked one out to put it behind her

whole body was

the necklace out

lifted her eyelid a little, but again, there was no emotion there.

a pearl necklace,” I told her.

at me

flowers on her lap, and the necklace on top of the flowers, but she was like a soulless doll; she didn’t fight, didn’t

hand to touch the gifts

of the fresh flowers slowly filled the air. Gradually, her eyes

flowers, gently caressing the petals. Then they

them?”

me. She hadn’t spoken for a few days. It seemed that it

I want you

prisoner to be happy? Don’t

mad at me, but

long as you bring me gifts, I

lips tight, tried my

the heck is wrong with

hoped she’d like the gifts, but she didn’t seem to care at all. She