Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184 Poor Ethan 

**Soren’s POV

Why the hell did I agree to do this?

I had no idea how I’d gotten myself mixed up in a situation where my jack*ss brother was likely to get himself killed

As I led Madalynn and Behar to a remote cave near their current position, I found it ironic that after all of these years of wanting to kill Ethan myself, I was finally leading two people who wanted him dead more than I ever had right to him-and yet, my job here was to make sure he stayed alive!

But I had agreed to this plan not because of Ethan, but because of Rosalie. He swore it would help her, so that’s what I was doing….

As we approached the cave, Thomas stepped out.

And… behind him, sitting on the ground near the mouth of the cave, with his hands bound, was my old er brother.

His eyes narrowed as he stared at Madalynn, Behar, and the few guards they’d brought along. Behar of course wanted to make sure I didn’t try anything “funny.”

When Behar and Madalynn saw Ethan, they both started laughing. Behar’s laughter was a deep, rich rumble that vibrated the rocks above the cave and sent a few smaller ones down on Ethan’s head.

Madalynn’s cackle reminded me of a witch. It sounded like she was about to drop Ethan into her caul dron and boil him alive.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Rogue King, all wrapped up with a nice little bow!” Madalynn and Behar stopped a few feet short of Ethan, their hands on their hips as they tried to determine what they were going to do to him first.

Ethan ignored them and screamed at me, “How can you do this, you pathetic *sshole!” The hate in his voice was evident. “I know you despise me, but think of Rosalie! Think of your nephew!”

My eyes widened.

Ha, I never knew my half-brother had the potential to be a good actor. I so wanted to yell back at him that he was the one who came up with this crazy idea. *sshole!

But I knew I needed to cooperate.

Laughing, I shook my head and folded my arms across my chest. “You know I only do what’s in my own best interest, brother. The Winter Forest pack has nothing to offer me. That pack is doomed to failure, and it’s clear Rosalie is nothing but a tramp who will sleep with anyone just to give her power.”

Those words were hard to choke out, but I had to show Madalynn and Behar I was on their side. I con tinued, “If going back to King Kal will pay off for me, then why would I be anywhere else?”

Ethan spit at me. “You f*cking b*stard!”

I let another menacing laugh slip from my lips. “Have at him, guys,” I told the other two. “Just try not to kill him, okay? He’s worth more alive than dead-for the moment.”

“I make no promises,” Behar said as he stepped forward.

Thomas and I exchanged a glance. We had to make sure that Ethan didn’t die- that crazy punk owed

me big!!

I wondered how Talon, Vicky, and Georgia dealt with him for so long?!

Behar pulled back his fist and swung it around, hitting Ethan so hard in the side of his head, my broth er’s eye nearly popped out of its socket

I stood back and watched them coldly. Behar may be strong, but he was nothing compared to Ethan. A few punches like this would not kill my brother, I knew that for sure.

Behar stepped back and laughed as Ethan looked like he might fall over from the very first blow, but he didn’t. Instead, he only said, “Easy to beat the shit out of someone who is tied up.”

That only made Behar angrier. He laid into Ethan then, pummeling him with his fists, hitting him again and again until Madalynn literally shoved him aside so she could get in her own blows. 

“Have you ever thought about a day like this, you f*cking b*stard?” she screamed.

Not only did she punch Ethan several times, but she also kicked him and used her claw-like finger nails to scratch his skin.

As I stood by and watched my brother take the punishment he had asked for, I was a bit confused on how I felt about the situation.

My jack*ss brother was being beaten up-something I wanted to do myself for years-1 should be glad to see it. After all, he killed my father.

I guessed I felt some satisfaction like I got some revenge, especially since this was something Ethan brought upon himself. Yet, for some reason, I didn’t feel as happy as I thought I would.

I took a few long breaths and pressed down my displeasure towards Behar and Madalynn. They seemed to have forgotten my warning not to kill him.

When Ethan got to the point where he had lost consciousness, I couldn’t even recognize his face. It was so covered with blood and swollen.

I approached my cousin. “All right, that’s enough,” I said.

Behar and Madalynn ignored me and landed a few more punches.

“Seriously!” I inserted myself between them. “Listen, no one wants Ethan Gray dead more than I do, but he is worth more alive than dead.”

They didn’t seem to want to stop yet. I explained, “If you can put him on display before your attacking forces, it will fire up your soldiers and demoralize Winter Forest pack. They will fold in front of you, like a stack of dominos falling over in a row!”

I did my best to sound convincing, but the stupid couple didn’t seem to have finished lashing out their resentment, so I added, “Do you guys really want to face the vengeance of the entire Drogomor pack?”

That did it. Trying to reason with them would never work. Only threatening did.

They stopped their pummeling. I spent a moment glancing down at my brother’s bruised and battered body. I didn’t particularly feel bad for him as this was what he knew he was getting into.

“How will we put him on display?” Behar asked, shaking out his hand. Tiny cuts adorned his knuckles from all the punching.

“Well, I suppose you could use the same cage I used to wheel him over here,” I said with a shrug.

At my words, Thomas rushed off to get the cage that we’d procured before we started our plan.

A cage I had the key to…

“Okay that works,” Madalyon said with a nod.

Behar gestured for his guards to step forward, and they grabbed hold of Ethan and hauled him up.

He wasn’t capable of supporting himself at the moment, so they had to drag him,

The two burly men threw Ethan inside. He landed hard on the wooden floor of the cage, and he didn’t get up, even after they closed the barred door and Thomas locked the paddle lock, giving Madalynn a spare

| stepped in once more. “Hey hey, it’s really late right now. I don’t know what you have in mind, but I’d prefer a good night of sleep before the big show tomorrow.”

I emphasized the word tomorrow intentionally. As expected, that wasn’t something Behar wanted to hear.

“Our troops are probably tired from running so far. We could attack later. That will let us enjoy our new toy a bit longer.” Madalynn grinned at him wickedly.

“Boil some water!” Madalynn shouted to someone else.

“Wait a moment!” I wanted to punch that stupid Madalynn b*tch. “He’s going to bleed to death!”

“What? Are you worried about him?” Behar asked in the middle of a chuckle.