Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 88 Ethan, Do You Know Soren?

**Ethan’s POV

I stood there with the necklace extended, waiting

for Rosalie to tell me whether or not she would accept it. She just stood in the moonlight, and she di Thad never seen her as angry as she

was a minute ago, when she had yelled at me and told me how she had felt about things back then. I certainly couldn’t blame

her. She had every right to be mad at me. In fact, she should've been even angrier than she was. If it shoes,

I would've been cursing and probably attacked the person before me. The fact that Rosalie only yelle But I saw in

her eyes as she stared at me, looking from the necklace that she sold to my face and back again, tha She was not ready to forgive me, and I shouldn“t have expected her to.

It was wrong of me to assume that she could move on so quickly after what I did. After all, I was goir Not only was I going to end her life, but I was also going to sentence our child to a life without their I suddenly felt the very real possibility that she might refuse me.

With this realization, I was stricken with panic. I needed to do something

before she could turn me down.

“Rosalie,” I say, withdrawing the necklace, “you don't have to decide right now. I recognize that it's tc so much pressure on you to give me an answer immediately. That wasn't fair

of me. I will give you the time you need and deserve to decide... but

I would like to continue to see you.”

Again, before she could say anything I was afraid to hear, I added, “Please.”

"Who are you?” she finally said, her brow

furrowed. “The Ethan I know would've never, ever apologized twice in the same night.”

I looked down at the ground, rubbing the toe of my shoe into the soft

soil of the garden for a moment, not sure how to respond to that.

She was right. I didn't think Id ever apologized to anyone else the way I had her that evening.

“I've changed too, Rosalie. Maybe not toward everyone, but I've changed toward you.”

The skeptical look on her face was visible even in the dim light of the moon that illuminated her

hair and made her look even more lovely than usual. She made a noise in the back of her

throat, a mix between a grunt and a moan.

I wanted to move forward and touch her, but I held back, knowing she wouldn't like that.

“I know it will take you some time to forgive me, Rosalie. Overhearing what you did, knowing what I I couldn't even get the words out. I could only look down at the ground again and wish I had made better choices in my past.

“I can hardly forgive myself. I wouldn't expect you to simply

brush it aside and pretend it never happened.”

“I can't,” she said, and I respect her honesty. “What you were going to do was—

“ She began to tear up, and stopped talking.

“It was heartless,” I supplied for her.

“It was cruel.” Her head rocked back and forth in agreement.

“I'm sorry.” That was all I could say.

She looked away. When she spoke again, her words were unsure.

"And now.. you want me to give up everything I have here and just go back to

the same place I was before? The same life?"

I shook my head. “No, it wouldn't be the same. I can promise you that. I'm not the same.”

"Why should I believe you?” she asked, still skeptical.

I sighed. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but at least she was willing to give me the chance to explain.

I tried to make myself sound as gentle as possible. “You shouldn't believe me.”

Her eyes flew wide open with surprise. “Do not take me at my word, but let me prove it to you throu She didn't respond, only looked at me quietly, so I continued, “You should take as much time as you She finally asked, “how are you going to prove it to me?”

Luckily, I already had my answer. “With your help,” I said.

“My help?” She was even more skeptical.

"Yes. I want to learn more about you so that I can give you

what you want,” I told her. “I want to hear everything about your new life.”

It pained me to think about how her eyes had lit up when she spoke about Soren earlier, but

I needed to show her I could control my anger, and that I was interested in whatever made her happ “If at any point you decide you're done, that you've made up your mind, and you are

through with me... Ill go away.”

It ripped at my heart to even say such a thing, but I knew that I would do it if I had to.

Somehow

But I couldn't allow that to happen. I'd have to find a way to prove to her that I was

the right one for her, and that, if she loved me once, she could love me again. I never, ever wanted tc Even thinking about it made my heart ache, despite the fact that she was standing right in

front of me.

I could hardly even believe that she was here, that I could stretch out my arms and—

but I still couldn't reach her. I couldn't touch her.

Because she wasn’t mine.

“I don't want to have to have that conversation with you, Ethan,” she said, her voice just

a whisper. "What if you get mad? You would probably kill me...”

My heart broke into a thousand

pieces knowing what she thought of me. And the sad fact was, I couldn’t blame her for saying that. S But the most urgent thing right now was to think of a way around her doubt.

I shook my head. “No. If you decide you don’t want

to see me anymore, then keep the window closed.”

She looked at me, a little bit confused.

“If the window is open, I'll know you still want to see me, but if it's closed, I'll go away. It's as simple gentlest voice, as if approaching a frightened deer. “Would you do that for me?”

It took her a moment, but then Rosalie nodded.

“I suppose so. I'm just... nervous, Ethan. I don’t want to get hurt by you again. It's

taken me a long time to be able to move on. Now, I'm here, and I've started over. If you find a way tc suck me back into your world and end up breaking my heart again. I'm not sure I'd survive. But then. “Of course it would

matter to me, Rosalie.” I looked her straight into the eyes as I spoke. “You and the baby mean more t After letting out a loud sigh, she finally said, “Fine. I'll try. But if the window is closed, you have to go A rush of joy ran through me. It wasn't ideal, but it was more than enough for now.

I nodded. “I promise.”

Her eyes went to the cottage. “I should go. I have to work tomorrow.”

I knew that all of the oxygen would be pulled from my lungs the moment she left.

"What's your job now?” I asked her, not wanting her to go. The moment she walked away from me,

I knew the pain in my heart would start to radiate throughout my body again. I needed to be with he “I watch over someone's home while he’s away,” she said.

I wanted to know more about her relationship with Soren, but I didn't ask further questions.

Thad to be very careful not to let Rosalie know that I had a history with the man—

or my other purpose for being on the island.

"He's been tremendously helpful to me, Ethan. I ran into some trouble when I first got to

the islands, and he was the one to help me. He has provided me with a home, a job, and a friendship When she mentioned “friendship”, she had a mild smile on her face. A smile that I hadn't seen the er "You must

really like him,” I knew I should've avoided this topic, but I couldn't help it.

“Soren is one of the kindest, most giving, most loving people I've ever met in my life,” she said, and i But I knew telling her those things under the circumstances would

only make her hate me and like him even more.

All of sudden, as if she realized something, she turned to me and narrowed her eyes.

She stepped back, and she asked me in a serious tone, “Speaking of that... Ethan, tell me one thing.” Thad a bad feeling about what she was about to say, but I maintained my smile. “Of course.”

“Do you know Soren?”

That was the last question I wanted to answer right now.

What was I supposed to say? That, yes, he was my half

brother, and he had without a doubt approached her and the baby because he had some scheme in something Soren

fabricated for her, and it wasn't real? That I was here to kill Soren and ruin the dream life she though No, I couldn’t possibly let her know that. Innocent as she was, I couldn't imagine how heartbroken st her like that again.

She was waiting for my answer nervously.

What should I say?