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.

want to live and act like rogues,

beyond confused and shocked at my snarky comment, “Ethan, what the f*ck is

was everyone

to do, Georgia, or you’ll find yourself in the sort of

a bit, like she wanted to speak,

with my mouth and told her, ‘Do whatever the f*ck you

a long way from there since we had claimed

my territory expanded, and I needed more rogues to join us, because Rosalie was here and my son was further north. Anyone who wanted to get to them

they had been when I’d first arrived here, even with our loss of numbers on the battlefield,

that mattered, though, when the one thing

to camp and went into my tent to shift into my human form and get dressed. I examined the necklace. The moment / saw

the highest quality, and the clasp

flower crown. Sooner or later, I would make her

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

quite a few days. The uncontrollable anger towards

was needed to snap

I said, waiting for her to turn and look at

so I proceeded into the tent and sat next to her on the cot, facing her. “How

eyes were focused on the wall, away from me. The last time I’d heard her speak was when I took her out to tell her people to leave her

a few

Taking the flowers, I held them under

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

right,” I told her, and I picked one out to put it behind

like usual, and her whole body was

“And this.” I held the necklace out for

little, but again, there was no

pearl necklace,” I told her. “Isn’t

stared at

the necklace on top of the flowers,

gifts on her lap. “Rosalie, don’t

the air. Gradually, her eyes seemed to focus

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

you like them?”

days. It seemed that it took her some

want you to be

your prisoner to be happy? Don’t you think you’ve

still mad at

what? As long as you bring me gifts,

tight, tried my

heck is wrong

like the gifts, but she didn’t seem to care at all. She looked away from me again, her eyes refocusing on the