Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder by Alice Knightsky
Chapter 147: Ethan To The Rescue
An ugly gray wolf stalked out from the dark woods, followed by another and another.
Jace and Seraphine each took a side of me, ready to fight. When the rogues moved forward, it was in a rush, all of them coming at us in unison. Jace and Seraphine both lunged at the wolves closest to me, trying to protect me, but there were so many of them and only the three of us.
Jace grabbed a large black wolf by the neck and bit down, shaking it until it stopped moving. But as soon as he had dealt with that one, two more were on top of him. I watched in horror as they bit into his muscular back, trying to get to his neck. He continued to fight, but soon he was under a pile of rogue wolves.
Seraphine was fast for an older woman, and she managed to take out two of the smaller female wolves, biting into their necks and pulling until they went down, but she wasn’t a warrior.
A larger male came at her, and as I saw him knock her to the ground, leaping on top of her, tears filled my eyes.
Would these two give their lives trying to protect me and my son?
They had done their best to fight them off. However, there were too many of the enemies. Holding my boy tightly against my chest, I wielded the scalpel. It was no match for the giant gray wolf that snarled as it came at me. With its powerful snout, it hit my arm, knocking the makeshift weapon away.
“Get away from me!” I screamed. How I wished I could shift!
I tried to kick the wolf in the head, but it grabbed my leg and bit down, yanking me off of my feet. I sheltered my baby to protect him from the fall, but his cries echoed in my ears as pain radiated up my calf to my knee.
Another wolf bit into my side. I felt my bones crunch and smelled blood in the air.
I couldn’t believe this was how I was going to die—and my baby? Would they at least spare my child?
My elbow flew out, striking the wolf in the face, but it did nothing as it continued to bite down on my side, the other still gnawing on my leg. The pain was so intense, I couldn’t breathe. My head was swimming. It felt like my insides were being ripped out.
Just when I felt myself starting to fade away, the wolf next to me yelped and let go. The one on my leg fell limply on top of me, like it was dead. I tried to turn my head to see what was happening. Was it Jace or Seraphine who had fought through, or had some of my guards arrived? However, when I looked up at the newcomer, all I could see above me were glowing red eyes and a wolf with a vaguely familiar fur color.
“No-!!”
I screamed desperately and used my entire body to shield the little life in my arms with the last of my consciousness. Then… the world went black.
**Ethan’s POV**
When I saw them, my heart was thumping like it didn’t belong to me, and my whole body shook in the absolute terror that chilled me to the bone. Rosalie, my beautiful girl, lying on the ground in a pool of her own blood, with the two wolves who were still clamping down on her. In her arms was a wiggling, screaming child.
Immediately, with all of the rage coursing through my veins at the moment, I ripped them both to shreds. They didn’t even get a chance to scream before I tore their throats out.
I tossed them away from Rosalie and saw her turn toward me.
Time had stopped for me at that moment as all the emotions flooded through my body at the sight of her.
My angel, my love, my life.
I carefully moved close to the mother and child I loved so dearly, and my vision was blurred by warm liquid filling my eyes.
I despised myself for not getting to her sooner. I couldn’t even dare to imagine what would happen if I was even a second late. Her eyes flickered open tor just a moment.
I couldn’t speak to her in my wolf form, but I looked down at her, trying to get closer to her.
Was she still upset with me? Would she forgive me?
If she reached out to me, even just a gentle touch from her would make my heart fill with joy and contentment.
I hoped to see some sort of recognition in her expression, but that’s not what I saw at all.
Her eyes widened slightly, her pupils dilated. Her pink lips parted, and all I heard was a desperate cry. “No-!!”
And then she used her whole body to cover our boy before passing out completely.
In that split second that she was looking at me, though, what I saw wasn’t love or hope.
It was fear.
My dear sweet Rosalie, she was afraid of me.
As heartbroken as I was, I snapped out and moved quickly next to her to support her upper body, making sure she didn’t hit the hard ground as she collapsed.
The moment I felt her body against mine, I could no longer hold back my howl.
“Oohoooo—I”
My guys had caught up, and took care of the rest of the rogues. It seemed like the two wolves protecting Rosalie were still alive.
After taking a moment to let the situation settle in, I gently nuzzled my angel.
While she was unconscious, I thanked the Moon Goddess that I could still feel her warm breath and hear her heartbeat. And then, I saw him.
My child, he was still crying, but he had wiggled free of his mother’s arms and was lying next to her, looking up at me with his face scrunched up and red from all of his crying.
All I wanted to do was to hold him.
But I didn’t know if it was safe enough for me to shift just yet. If there were more rogues outside on the way, I might need to tight again.
“Get away from her!” I heard a voice shouting. I saw a young he-wolf, panting as he laid on the ground. I recognized he was one of the two wolves. He was severely wounded, but was still trying to do something for Rosalie.
I could only snarl at him.
“Rosalie!” The voice I heard next was Vicky’s. She was in her human form now, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt.
The guy on the ground was surprised, and he was less wary towards Vicky than me. Then I realized one thing – I was the only one with the rogue’s eyes.
“I’m going to help her,” Vicky explained. “She’s my friend.”
“It’s all right, Jace,” I heard another voice, a woman, say. “These are… friends of the White Queen. Thank you for helping us.”
The speaker was that older woman from the island. I recognized her, but I wasn’t sure how she knew it was me. However, the White Queen?
Was she talking about Rosalie?! I looked at Talon and Vicky, who were as surprised as me.
How had Rosalie become the White Queen?
‘Alpha,’ Richard’s voice rang in my head, ‘A battle is raging between the same savage rogues that we encountered a week ago and what appeared to be an organized army. I had to a*s*sume that they were under the command of the mysterious White Queen. What should we do?’
‘Help the White Queen and take down the rogues.’ I replied concisely.
‘Yes, sir!’
‘And if anyone doesn’t want to fight on the field, tell them I’ll make them regret that decision. They’ll have to fight me afterwards.’ I knew most of the rogues that joined me lately didn’t want to deal with the savages, but they probably didn’t want to deal with my wrath more.
‘Yes, Alpha!’
Not long after that, I saw a large force of wolves coming in from the west and recognized that they were Rosalie’s forces.
Amongst the wolves, I saw a familiar face. Georgia—riding on the back of one of the wolves looking like a fearless warrior.
I couldn’t use the mindlink with her because she didn’t have her wolf yet, so I had to run over to get her attention. At first, she was confused and thought I was a threat, but then, as she slowed the wolf she was riding and leaped off, she said, “Ethan? Brother? Is that you?” Her eyes were wide with amazement, and I knew it was both at seeing me there and also at my change in appearance.
I could only nod and gesture for her to follow me back to the hospital. She understood and we ran together. Once we were there, Georgia went inside, and I heard a happy, though quick, reunion between her and Vicky as I shifted and got dressed outside. I decided that the others had the battle under control now. It was time for me to take my commander hat off and focus on Rosalie and the baby.
“How is she?” I asked, stepping back into the medical facility.
The midwife said, “She’s much better now. It will take a few days, but she’ll recover.”
I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Then I turned my attention to my child.
Georgia was holding him, and a pang of jealousy hit me that she’d gotten to hold him before I did. He wasn’t crying anymore, though. That was something.
“Isn’t he adorable?” Georgia asked.
I studied his face and could see how he looked like his mother and like me. He had her cheeks but my nose and eyes—well, what my eyes used to look like, anyway.
Thinking he might be scared of me, I kept my distance at first, but then, his chubby hand darted out for me, and he was reaching, trying to get to me. I wondered if the pull was causing him to react that way. This whole time that I’d been searching for him, had he been looking for me as well? Georgia handed him to me, and I took him in my arms, holding him against my chest. I wasn’t sure what to say to him, but when he reached up and touched my face, I could feel tears stinging my eyes.
“He knows,” Georgia said, her own eyes also filled with tears. “He can sense that you’re his father.”
I nodded. My sister had no idea just how strong our bond was already. The color was starting to come back into Rosalie’s cheeks. I knew I would have to do something to make sure that she stayed with me forever. I was never giving up my baby or his mother again.
Not for anything.