Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 165

Chapter 165 Prisoner Again
He was so strong, so powerful, that a direct blow from him to my head would certainly crush my skull. When he swung his fist at me, I knew then, I was a dead woman.
So I waited, with my eyes closed, for the impact, assuming my world would fade away soon. Rowan’s sweet face was all I saw before my eyes
But rather than feeling the direct impact of Ethan’s fist to my head, instead, I felt a rain of debris-bark, leaves, small twigs-as Ethan instead made contact with a large elm tree I was standing next to.
His rageful battle cry rang out around me as the splintered wood hit me in the face and shoulder. I raised my arms to shield my face and waited for the storm to pass.
When I opened my eyes again, the tree was demolished. A large chunk of it was missing on the far side, and the trunk was bent backward like it would topple over any second.
My eyes then went to Ethan. Blood was pouring from his hand, the skin mangled and shredded from where the bark had bitten into his flesh. However, he didn’t stop. He continued to punch the tree over and over again until his fists were coated in so much blood and cuts that I could barely tell their original shapes.
When he was finally done, he left his fists half buried in the tree trunk and he was still panting heavily from the exertion of trying to keep from hitting me. The blood trickled down from his fingers along the tree trunk, forming a small puddle on the ground.
Eyes wide, mouth agape, I stared at him, not knowing what to say. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Had he really just punched a tree instead of me? Nearly destroying a sixty-foot elm rather than my face?
He didn’t spare a look at me, and his eyes were red and moist. For a second, I thought, if he were to cry, he would cry blood instead of tears.
At seeing the wounds on his hands, my gut instinct was to offer to help, to try to fix it. Standing there in obvious pain, even though he wasn’t so much as gritting his teeth, I knew that Ethan was more vulnerable in that very moment than he had ever been before, even when we were making love, even when he confessed to me about his broken heart, even when he’d told me that he loved me for the first time.
But then I remembered-there’s no fixing Ethan. After all of this time of me trying to correct his erratic, unacceptable behavior, perhaps that lesson had finally sunk into my skull, even if his fist didn’t.
He might be vulnerable at the moment, but in a matter of seconds, his countenance would change. He’d bottle that emotion right back up, and he would go from the emotionally available, open person I saw standing before me now back to the heartless monster I’d come to know of late.
Even as I watched him, I could see his countenance change. His eyes were narrowing again, and his face crumpled into a scowl, not because of the pain but because of the anger.
Punching the tree hadn’t made him feel any better. It had only messed up his hands-and the tree.

Knowing that Seraphine and Soren had to have gotten away by now, I resigned myself to the fact that I was Ethan’s prisoner again. Running would do me no good. Even with injured hands, he’d catch me,
Besides, all of the fight was out of me. Not only did Ethan’s outrage let me know he’d completely lost his mind now, but it also resigned me to the fact that I was a lost cause.
I was never going to break free of him… Now, I may never even see my son again.
Once he had caught his breath, he said, “Let’s go, Rosalie.”
Amoment later a few of his guards arrived, and I knew I’d better start walking But before I turned to go, I said, “Just remember what I told you, Ethan I may be here in the flesh and blood, but you will never capture my soul. I don’t belong to you.”
He didn’t say anything in return, only stared at me, his red eyes seemingly dead to the world
The guards surrounded me, all of them bloodied and battered from the battle, which I was assuming was over since I no longer beord wolves fighting in the distance. Otherwise, they likely wouldn’t have come to investigate the situation.
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I shook my head and seriously thought there was something wrong with me
When we got back to the camp, I saw that much of it was in shambles People were thing to right the tents and put things back where they belonged
Luckily for me, my prison tent was unhamed
Vicky was in her human form, working alongside a man I had to assume was Paul to help a few injured wolves. When she saw me, her eyes lit up, and she came running over to me ‘Rosalie she said.
Vicky only got about ten feet from me when Ethan stopped her ‘Wol’ he shouted, “You are no longer allowed to see Rosalie! No one is!”
Vicky’s face fell, and I watched her puzzle over what mightve happened. It was clear she wanted to reason with Ethan, but she knew better than to do that. Instead, she asked him. What happened to your hands?”
“Leave me the f*ck alone,’ was his impolite response, and once again, I saw the emotion in her face shift. She lowered her head, but glanced at me. I could tell she was sincerely concerned for her Alpha.
I wanted to tell her I was sorry and thank her for her friendship, but at the moment, all I could do was keep walking,
“Where’s the baby?’ Vicky called after us, and Ethan swirled around and came after her. Thankfully, by then, Paul was there. He took Vicky by the arm and tugged her away, making small bowing gestures as he went, as if to silently apologize to Ethan so that he didn’t destroy both of them.
“Stop being a jerk!” I muttered, not caring if he heard me or not. I knew he wasn’t going to hit me now, so I wasn’t afraid of him.
But the defeated spirit I felt was weighing down my soul sat like a heavy boulder in my chest.
Especially when I arrived back at my tent.
Inside, everything was nearly the same.
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