Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 84

Chapter 84 I‘m Sorry, But You’ve Got the Wrong Person

I couldn‘t put the operation or my men‘s lives in danger. We were in enemy territory, after all. I decided t o end the mission and go back to our base to plan out our next move.

But as I retreated, I knew one thing was for certain. I would get Rosalie back.

I had to wonder, though: how would she react when she saw me again–knowing what I had intended to do to her?

Was there any way that she could ever forgive me?

And if not… What would I do?

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Night after night, I ventured back to Rosalie‘s garden, lurking within the shadows of the thick canopy, hoping for something– anything to let me know again what I saw was real.

Even though Soren was on the island at the moment, he had proven more than capable of protecting himself so far. We had to adjust our schedule. My men would continue to infiltrate the property and perfect our operation plan, and I just had to find a way to get him to slip up. Every man had his weakness.

Richard‘s report said that they expected Soren to leave again for a few more days. We would have to wait at least until the next time he returned.

So we wouldn‘t move forward with the plan tonight.

‘You‘re not coming with us?‘ Richard asked through the mindlink.

‘No. Take the others and do another perimeter sweep.’ Soren wasn‘t here, and the patrol wasn‘t being as thorough as usual. I had no doubt that Richard could handle it by himself.

I stayed in the shadows outside of her garden. My eyes automatically searched for her, longing to see h er once more.

Thad spent most nights around Rosalie’s house ever since I found out she was still alive. The desire to be close to her was strong, and I would continue to return every night, if I had to , until I was able to have her within my arms once more.

And tonight, I was prepared to do it again.

The warmth of her laughter filling the air spurred a desire in me to erase all distance between us.

Standing at the tree line, I watched as Soren exited the cottage, and climbed into his car. His presence alone caused my jaw to clench. I wanted him gone, but now was not the time.

Especially not when Rosalie was present.

“Good night!” her sweet voice called out, and I wished bitterly that I was the one she was talking to.

My eyes chased her figure. She wore a white dress, with her hair cascading down upon her shoulder. Even from that far away, I found myself a mazed by her natural beauty.

The desire to run to her now and take her away from the place grew, but I knew I could not afford to sc are her

away again. I couldn‘t allow myself to cause her pain anymore.

She didn‘t deserve that after everything she had been through.,

I hid in the shadows. Just seeing her from far away, knowing that she was still in this world, meant mor e than anything to me.

However, if Soren had her here, it wasn‘t without reason. Innocent as she was, she couldn‘t recognize t he danger she was really in.

From deep within the forest, I moved forward slowly. Even being just a step closer to her made me and my wolf unbelievably joyful.

Disappointment filled me as I watched her step back into her room. I was aware she would probably he ad to bed soon, and it meant I would not be able to lay my eyes on her gorgeous face again. At least, n ot for the rest of this evening.

As the light in the house turned off, a sigh of exhaustion left my lips.

Talso needed to head back to get some sleep. I was here on a mission, and I could not allow myself any room for mistakes due to tiredne ss.

Once again, I prepared to depart from Rosalie‘s Cottage. But my wolf seemed to sense something different in the air. The salty kiss of the sea blew in our favor, bringing us the protection of darkness.

Would tonight be any different from previous nights?

I gave the house another glance.

And then, as if the Moon Goddess had heard my wishes, Rosalie opened the back door.

Having seen her many times only through the windows for a few days, I found myself in utter disbelief a t how much my child had grown within her. The round swell of her belly taunted me.

“You give me no rest, little one,” she softly murmured as her delicate fingers ran circles over her stoma ch. “Perhaps, a song will soothe you?”

T held my breath. She spoke to our unborn child in such a soft, motherly tone. It mesmerized me, and I found myself captivated by the angelic moment.

I wanted to scream at myself for the mistakes I‘d made due to my poor judgment. How could I ever hav e been afraid that she wouldn‘t be a good mother? How could I have conceived of that horrendous plan , wanting her out of my life after her service to me?

My throat tightened as I thought of my past.

She was perfect, and I had been a complete fool.

It wasn‘t long before a sweet song filled the air, its lyrics pulling me back to the first time I heard her voi ce. I had found myself in shock back then, and I was hypnotized by her again now.

I watched her gracefully glide toward the garden swing. The shimmering light of the moon cast an ange lic glow around her. One could swear that, the more she sang, the brighter the moon‘s aura around her grew.

It felt as if she was actually gifted with powers from the Goddess herself.

Then, I heard her sing one of the songs that I heard when we were back at Drogomor. My favorite song . She used to sing that for me.

Did she still think of me? Was that why she sang this song?

Closing my eyes, I pictured her petite figure sitting on the white marbled piano stool, her soft hair hangi ng loosely over her shoulders as the long delicate touch of her fingers danced along the keys.

Time stopped the moment her sweet voice rose through the air.

It was as if the goddess herself was singing, and the world rejoiced in her presence.

As much as I wished to stay in that moment, I was always brought back to reality by the downward spiral of guilt boring down on me.

Thad failed Rosalie before, and that understanding swarmed in my chest.

To think Rosalie swam in pain and anguish, barely able to keep her head above water, all because of what I had done to her.

My betrayal almost killed her, and our child.

The past few days, I had studied and gathered information. It was all to prepare me– for her.

I would do everything in my power to fix the pain I had caused her. I would do everything in my might to make amends with Rosalie, and prove to her I wasn‘t the man she thought I was.

As if I had lost all my senses, I glanced around the area in which she rested.

My eyes widened as I realized that she was alone, alone, and unprotected.

‘Where are her guards?‘ My question rang loud and clear through the mindlink.

‘One stands at the front gate to the north, and the other two circle the far side of the perimeter every forty minutes. They should be rotating again in fifteen.’

Standing stiffly, I glanced at the watch on my wrist.

Fifteen minutes. I had fifteen minutes of waiting, and then I could move.

I told myself I shouldn‘t approach her. I should wait and make sure that my presence wouldn‘t scare her.

But seeing her now. I couldn‘t hold myself back.

The urge to wrap her in my arms and never let her go overpowered every one of my logical thoughts. T he memories of the day I thought I lost her had haunted me for so long, and now that she was within my grasp once more, I had to take a chance.

All I wanted was five minutes of her time.

Five minutes to ask her why she did it. To tell her that I was sorry.

A lot of things could happen in five minutes, and even though I doubted I would be able to get her to leave with me tonight, the hope still lingered.

As the figure of one of those guards circled around towards the back of the cottage. I let my feet guide me further back into the shadows to blend in with my surroundings.

I never imagined that I would ever be stalking the shadows to meet a woman– and yet here I was, waiting for the opportune moment I could approach Rosalie without alerting her sec

The guard cleared the corner of the building and disappeared from sight. A sigh left my lips. I had not been discovered… and that mea

My eyes fell to Rosalie once more. Never in my life had I wanted more desperately to correct a mistake as I did in that moment.

She constantly changed the way I saw things, and now I knew that my own ignorance had clouded my v special she really was.

Refusing to waste another second, I breached my secure location and eased my way towards the garde across her lips as she relaxed on the swing.

Never once did her gaze meet mine.

I couldn‘t believe how easily someone could attack her right now. She would be completely oblivious to their approach.

As much as I wanted to lash out at the thought of how easily she could be hurt, I knew that I couldn‘t ap

It was about her, and how much pain I had caused her.

There was no telling the lies Soren had planted in Rosalie‘s head. But I would work everyday if I had to, to reassure her of how sorry I was. To show her she could trust me aga

No longer did my thoughts dwell on her death. Now, they swirled with questions about how she was alive and why she had left me.

“Rosalie…” the feeling of her name on my lips was foreign, and yet the simplicity of it brought comfort to me in some way.

Rosalie spun to face me– her eyes wide in shock and tinged with fear.

In a natural defensive instinct, her delicate fingers wrapped around the swell of her belly, shielding it from my eyes. She seemed terrified, taking hesitant steps back.

I tried to reach for her, but I pulled myself back from doing so. I needed to give her some space– at least for now.

“I‘m not here to hurt you,” I whispered softly.

In my attempt to show her I was sincere, I held my hands up slowly and kept my distance from her.

The last thing I wanted was to spook her, but the closer I got to her, the more overwhelmed I felt.

With my child growing inside her, their scents had mixed over time, and that intoxicating aroma was som

She took a few deep breaths. Her expression changed from shocking to sorrow

–And then to indifference.

My heart sank.

Then I heard her say, “I‘m sorry, but you‘ve got the wrong person.”