Sould 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.”

from the

reminded me.

we can win him over as an ally, he may be very valuable. Not

not as if we can ransom him

do believe that his resources and intel could help us. After All, we need to know what King James and

didn’t seem to be too convinced, so I added, “It’s better to have a friend than a potential enemy. Worst case, even if he

more acceptable to her. She sighed and

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

sounds perfect, Cerina.

Cerina arranged for him. I’d already been there to inspect

not as nice as the one you put me

hospitality, Rosalie… I mean… Your Majesty. Sorry. Old habits die hard.” He laughed and

around.” I did have my guard with me, as I always did, but they were in the distance, and they weren’t

and gestured for Soren to

said, looking

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

who owned an island

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

be willing

bothered by the outdated internal decoration at

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

“I’m afraid I’ll be quite

moment, it was like I was hugging

that my people will be much slower to accept you. That means, in the meantime, you must stay here and be my hostage.

nodded. “I understand. Thank

before I could get anything out, one of the guards knocked on the open door. I turned my head to

me, Your Majesty,” he said, “but

that you’re needed

you,” | told him

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

at his silliness. “Please behave and don’t do anything silly,” I

it,” he

see you later.” I smiled

escorted me to the war room where one of the commanders who had been 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 surely