Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

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.

to live and act like rogues, then why don’t you just f*cking go

shocked at my snarky comment, “Ethan, what

everyone questioning me

eyes at her. ‘Stop trying to tell me what to do, Georgia, or you’ll find yourself in the

bit, like she wanted to speak,

white pearl necklace up with my mouth and told her, ‘Do whatever the f*ck you want with the

was a long way from there since we

and I needed more rogues to join us, because Rosalie was here and

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

mattered, though, when the one thing I wanted… was so distant

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

quality, and the clasp

or later, I

her tent and picked up some wild flowers in the woods

The uncontrollable anger towards the world seemed

needed to snap her out

waiting for her to turn and look at

didn’t, so I proceeded into the tent and sat next to her on the cot, facing

The last time I’d heard her speak was when I took her out to tell her people to leave her be, and go

a few days

something.” Taking the flowers, I held them

times and then look down at them. “Flowers?” she asked me, like

I told her, and I picked one out to

and her whole body was rigid like she was just a

sighed. “And this.” I held the necklace out for

a little, but

a pearl necklace,” I told her. “Isn’t it

at me

her, put down the flowers on her lap, and the necklace on top of the flowers, but she was like a

her hand to touch the gifts on her lap. “Rosalie, don’t

the air. Gradually, her eyes seemed to focus back

traced over the flowers, gently caressing the petals. Then they brushed the

you like them?” |

gaze and looked at me. She hadn’t spoken for a few days. It seemed that it took her some time to get used to talking again. “Why would I

you to be

to be happy? Don’t you think you’ve got

at me,

me

tight, tried my best not to argue with

the heck is

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