Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 143

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.”

“We’ll take manpower away from the cause for that,” she

reminded me. 

“And if we can win him over as an ally, he may be very valuable. Not to mention, he is a bargaining chip now,”|| stated. 

“He’s had a falling out with his uncle. It’s not as if we can ransom him back,” Cerina said with a shrug.

“No, but Soren knows about both the West and East kingdoms much better than us. I do believe that his resources and intel could help us. After All, we need to know what King James and King Kal are up to.”

Cerina 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 is a foe, wouldn’t it be better to keep him under our watch than letting him run free?”

That seemed to be more acceptable to her. She sighed and finally gave in.

“There’s a small cottage on the edge of the palace grounds near the highest part of the wall. There’s no gate there, so it would be difficult for him to escape, and it’s frequently patrolled.”

“That sounds perfect, Cerina. Thank you.”

A few hours later, I personally walked Soren to the cottage Cerina arranged for him. I’d already been there to inspect it. “It’

s not as nice as the one you put me in, but I think it will work,” || told him.

“I really appreciate your hospitality, Rosalie… I mean… Your Majesty. Sorry. Old habits die hard.” He laughed and looked a bit sheepish.

It was strange, hearing him talk to me that way. “You can still call me Ro or Rosalie when there’s no one else around.” I did have my guard with me, as I always did, but they were in the distance, and they weren’t listening that closely to our discussion.

Pushing open the front door, I said, “Here we are,” and gestured for Soren to walk in. “It’s just a small living room, kitchen, one bedroom, and a bathroom, but-”

“It’s wonderful,” Soren said, looking around. “It’s perfect.”

My eyes traced over 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 the hinges. I knew the other two rooms were not much better.

This was a man who owned an island and lived in a mansion…

“I’ve had some clothes hung in the closet for you. The toiletries are in the bathroom, and there’s food in the kitchen.”

“Wow, I’ve always wanted to learn cooking! Maybe one day, you’d be willing to come over and let me cook you a meal?” he

“Please do say so, Queen Rosalie,” Soren said. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close. For a moment, it was like I was hugging my old friend. “Thank you so much. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your hospitality. Even if you can never forgive me,”

message that you’re needed in the war room.”

He bowed to me and said, “Your Majesty, we‘ve been receiving word recently from our scouts and many villagers that there have been sightings of a new threat.”

“A new threat?” I asked. I tried not to sigh. We were still managing the old ones.