Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
Chapter 122
Chapter 122 Ethan Did What?!
**Soren’s POV
*Ethan did what?!” I asked as my right-hand man came into my office.
“Yes, sir, it’s in the headlines everywhere. ‘Royal Wedding Turns Into Judgment’ is the title of the article talking about it.’ Thomas said, “Gutsy move, I gotta say. He’s really not into that Madalynn, huh?” “Not funny!” I frowned, “Make sure Rosalie doesn’t know about it.”
“Yes, boss.”
“What else?”
“Ethan went back to the frontline, and we lost three more bases at the coast.”
“D*mn it,” I muttered under my breath. I needed to think of something. I wouldn’t let Ethan win this war. “What about the north?”
“Not too bad, given the last batch actually arrived at the north before Ethan ambushed our supply vessels.”
Ever since Ethan had left the island, our line had been pushed back significantly. Whatever he’d managed to do, he’d done a hill of a job at it.
I saw him pull out an envelope from his pocket. “Also, a letter for you. From Damian.” He held it out to me, and I took it, keeping my eyes on Thomas as I ripped the envelope open.
My eyes quickly scanned the letter. It wasn’t too long, and there wasn’t much in the few brief paragraphs that I didn’ t already know, but Damian was keeping me abreast of what was going on in the capital, as he should be.
“Anything important?” Thomas asked me as I ripped the letter into tiny bits and tossed it into the trash can so it couldn’t be read by anyone else.
“Yes and no. Ethan is becoming difficult to deal with. Apparently, he’s getting a bit arrogant, thanks to his victories in the war effort of late,” I told him as I opened my desk drawer and pulled out a piece of paper in order to respond to Damien.
This letter writing was getting old. I cursed Ethan again for cutting our lines of communication.
I looked up at Thomas and pressed my lips together, irritated. “We must prevent him from getting too much of a big head.”
“Got it. We have been speeding up our plan, boss.”
“Good. Also, news about the queen.”
I tipped my head to look at Thomas. I answered, “No. I don’t want any trouble right now.”
Quickly, I fred off a response.
I had to be discreet, but I hoped Damian would be able to decipher that I may have an answer for him regarding his inquiry for the queen,
Just as I was placing the letter into the envelope, I heard a commotion outside of my office door. I finished addressing the envelope and handed it to Thomas as there was a knock on my door,
“What is it? I asked, curious as to what all the noise could be about.
“Sir, you’re being summoned to Miss Ro’s house at once,” the staff member said, “Apparently, she’s just given birth.
I stood. “Just given birth?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Already?”
He only shrugged. “I’m only repeating what I was told, sir.” ;
I looked at Thomas who was just as flabbergasted as I was.
“Why didn’t anyone call me?”
Of course, he wouldn’t answer that.
ISWE
I rushed past him to the door, wondering what in the world had happened. Did Rosalie truly give birth already, so quickly, and I’d missed it? I had imagined there was a possibility I might not be there if she had the baby while I was away, but I’d been at home all day, working in my office.
Rushing outside, I instructed the driver to hurry to her house at once, and Thomas and I got inside of the car.
My heart was beating out of my chest, and I could feel beads of perspiration dotting my upper lip.
“Are you all right, boss?” Thomas asked me. “You look… nervous.”
nervou
“I’m fine,” I told him, but it wasn’t true. A thousand thoughts invaded my mind.
My first concern was for Rosalie. Was she okay? Was she in any pain? Had she had any complications when she had the child?
And what about the baby? Was the baby all right? Was it a boy or a girl?
I tried to picture Rosalie with her baby in her arms and how happy she must be; it brought a smile to my face.
Until Thomas tapped me in the shoe with his foot. “This is a business arrangement, is it not, boss?” he asked me. “You are keeping her here because she is your half-brother’s breeder, and that baby is his child?”
I turned to look at him and glared. “Yes, of course,” I said, but I wanted to hurt him.
Why couldn’t it be more than that? Why couldn’t I keep Rosalie and her child because they had once belonged to Ethan and also have feelings for them?
After all, it would certainly be all the sweeter to hear that little baby call me Dada knowing that it was Ethan who was meant to be raising the babe.
And it would certainly be all the sweeter to hear her moan my name in pleasure knowing it was him who was missing out on such a beautiful, exceptional woman….
We pulled to a stop in front of the house, and I got out, trying to control my urge to run to the front door. Thomas was right. I did have “business” to attend to, and I needed to keep a level head.
Right… about Rosalie, I still needed to confirm something, and now was the perfect time to collect some of it.
The curtains billowed through the open living room window. I knocked on the door, and we waited on the front porch to be let in.
“When we get in there, pull the doctor aside and tell him I want a blood sample collected from Rosalie,” I told Thomas, keeping my voice low. “I don’t care what excuse he uses. Tell him to think of something, but get the sample. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Thomas said in the voice he uses when he knows something is vitally important.