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,

at my snarky comment, “Ethan, what the

was everyone questioning me

her. ‘Stop trying to tell me what to do, Georgia, or you’ll find yourself in the sort of trouble you don’t

a bit, like she wanted to

mouth and told her, ‘Do whatever

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

more rogues to join us, because Rosalie was here and my

our loss of numbers on the battlefield,

one

to shift into my human form and get dressed. I examined the necklace. The moment / saw it, I thought of my Rosalie. Pure and

and the clasp was made

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

to her tent and picked up some wild flowers in

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 dissipate, and my

do whatever was needed to snap her

for her to turn and look

sat next to her on the cot, facing her. “How are

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

was a few days

the flowers,

got her to blink a few times and then look down

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

didn’t dodge like usual, and her whole body

I held the necklace out

a little, but again, there was no

pearl necklace,” I told her. “Isn’t

at

kneeled in front of her, put down the 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

the gifts on

filled the air. Gradually, her

fingers traced over the flowers, gently caressing the petals.

them?” |

It seemed that it took her some time to get used to talking again. “Why would

you to be

to be happy? Don’t you think you’ve

still mad at

long as you bring me gifts, I will happily

pressed my lips tight, tried my best not to argue

heck

the gifts, but she didn’t seem to care at all. She looked away from me