Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
Chapter 155

Chapter 155: Escaping From The Rogue King

**Soren’'s POV

For days, I had been searching for Rosalie and had still come up empty-handed.

It hadn't been easy to track her while avoiding all of the other parties running amok in the woods.All of a sudden, the northern territory was crowded with different forces. Besides the mysteriousWinter Forest pack, not only were there guys from my uncle's kingdom, who would've gladly hadmy head if they were to come across me, there were also King James's secret agents as well as allsorts of rogues.

On the way to the frontline, I caught word of the Rogue King. The moment I overheard somevillagers talking about the handsome, muscular man with the red eyes who was undefeatable inbattle, I knew who it had to be.

My half-brother Ethan. The Alpha who had been thrown out of the capital by his very own cousin.Who else could it be?

But I didn't want to have anything to do with them, Kal, James or Ethan. None. I simply wanted toreplace Rosalie and make sure that she was okay. James was after her for her blood. If she wasn'tcareful, they would replace opportunities to approach her and take her back to Mirage.

However, regardless of trying my best, I was still too late.

By the time I got to the frontline, unfortunately, I got word that Rosalie was already taken away bythe Rogue King. He came and left like a ghost. No one knew how he did it, but we were not able tolocate him after his short appearance.

The Winter Forest pack had been searching for their queen for days. Even if the scout got a glimpseof the Rogue King, by the time the reinforcements arrived, Ethan and his group would just disappearagain.

No one was able to get in touch with Rosalie, so we had no way of knowing whether she was therewith him because she wanted to be or because he wouldn't let her go.

I needed to replace that out. If she did want to be liberated, then no matter how strong Ethan was, Iwould do everything I could to set her free.

I was frustrated with the progress Cerina and Seraphine made in searching for Rosalie and decidedit would be best if I acted on my own. I realized that I could guess some of Ethan's plans when I putmyself in his shoes. After all, we were brothers. A lot of times, we would think alike.

After almost a week, I'd managed to spot a campsite that I thought had to be Ethan's. I spent a dayor two in the woods nearby without being detected, but just when I thought I saw someone walkingaround who looked a lot like my half-brother, I realized that the smell of wolves was growingstronger by the second.

Part of me wanted to stick around to confirm whether that was Ethan, but the alarms in my brainwere going off, telling me to run.

They must've detected me and were on my trail.

Abandoning my initial goal, I took off, running through the forest as quickly as I could. Hearing thesound of paws hitting the forest floor near behind me, I dodged behind a tree and stripped in orderto salvage my clothes before ! shifted, taking them with me.

in my wolf form, I was faster than in my human form, and I was also quicker than Ethan's soldiers.He wasn't the only brother who got speed and agility as part of their good genes.

I circled back around the battlefield that they'd all been fighting on a few days ago, letting themixed scents from the various packs mask my smell. The aluminum odor of blood and a hint ofdeath hung in the air as well, mingling

with the usual fragrances of the forest. Together, they helped me to hide my trail.

Still, I could feel them behind me, even if they weren't right on my tail anymore. I circled aroundagain, going much wider and heading for a nearby village. Perhaps I could replace a place to hide thereor at the very least use the scents of the others in the village to mask my own

I dodged between buildings and down alleys, drawing a few eyes from passersby who wereprobably wondering if I was a rogue myself.

But my eyes were not red, so they didn't stare for long at the stranger, assuming I meant no harm.

I kept running, making loops, heading back into the woods a distance from Ethan's camp.

Once I reached a thicker section of forest, I slowed down and listened. I didn’t hear them anywhere.I couldn't smell them anymore either.

I thought I'd lost them.

I decided to take a breather. I shifted back into my human form and got dressed. I sat with my backagainst the trunk of a pine tree and considered my next move.

How was I supposed to get into the camp all by myself to replace out whether or not Rosalie was trulythere?

If 1 still had the troops I had before, it would be so much easier. I wasn't used to being on my own. Ihad people who worked for me, and I had Thomas, but now... it was just me.

Closing my eyes, I let my exhaustion from running around the woods overtake me. Before I knew it,I was asleep and dreaming of Rosalie, of replaceing her, liberating her, and running away with her to aplace where she and I could start a life together with the baby. It was a pleasant dream, one I neverwanted to end.

But then, a strange noise woke me, and when my eyes flew open, I was looking into a pair of darkeyes only a few inches from my face.

I leaped backward, wanting to get into a defensive position, but I was trapped against the tree. Iswung my fist around, which seemed to startle the person in front of me. And in a flash, I noticed aknife was pointing at my throat.

However, the person holding the knife was trembling, obviously not a seasoned fighter. I narrowedmy eyes and dodged the knife easily. With a few tussels back and forth, I gained the upper handand snatched the knife from my attacker.

It didn't take long for me to pin him down and point the knife back at his throat, but then I realizedthat he was a young wolf who had fear in his eyes.

"Who are you?” I growled.

“Wait! Don't hurt him!" an elderly female voice said, “I “pologize for that, son!’

I looked up from the young man and saw the face of an old woman. She said, “We ain't surewhether you're a rogue. Sorry, we needed to be careful.”

I didn't move and evaluated my situation. It was true that they didn't attack me in the first place.Had I not waved my fists around, the guy probably wouldn't have pulled the knife. They probablydidn't intend to really hurt me after all.

Sol moved the knife away and released the young men in my capture.

I got a clear view of the leader. She was probably in her mid-seventies with gray hair and wrinkledskin. She was covered in dirt and leaves, as was I, no doubt, and it appeared as if she must live outhere in the woods.

“We're all good,” I said. “I didn't mean any harm either. I was just very tired and took a rest here.”

I wasn't afraid of them, but I'd rather conserve my energy by avoiding any fighting at the moment."Yes, we see it now, son,” she nodded. “You look half-starved, too. You hungry?” Thadn't eaten muchof anything for the last several days, so I found myself nodding before I even considered why

she was asking.

“Well, why don't you come on over to our camp with me, and we'll fix you up with some stew, huh?”“Camp?” I repeated, not sure what she was talking about. Who was the “we” she had referenced?“That's right. I'm Wanda, and we live in these parts. Ain't many of us, but we're close. Come withme."

"Hi, Wanda," I said, nodding at her kindness. “I appreciate it.” I had no idea if I should trust her ornot, but if it was a pack of old and weak, I thought I'd be fine.

Pulling myself up off of the ground, I followed her about a quarter-mile to the camp she'd referredto. It was small, only a few huts and a firepit where a pot was heating. The smell told me this was thestew she'd referred to.

As we entered, a few others came out. Not all of them were old, but none of them lookedintimidating. One was a young girl. She had to be about Rosalie’s age, I imagined

Wanda told me their names. The girl, Becca, nodded at me, but she kept her distance. She lookedfrightened. I stayed away from her out of respect. The young man who initially approached me washer brother.

Afraid to tell them my real name in case they had heard of me, I said, “I'm Shawn.” They gave mefriendly nods to welcome my arrival.

"What brings you out this way, Shawn?” a middle-aged man named Henry asked me.

“I lost my pack during the war and I escaped with only one woman. When that battle was going onthe other day, we split up to avoid the conflict.” It was a lie, but not much of one. “I haven't beenable to replace her since then, and I'm afraid she might've been captured by the Rogue King.” That partwas true.

“Your mate?” Henry asked.

I wished, but I shook my head. “No, but she’s most important to me.”

As Wanda passed me a bow! of stew, she smiled, “Ah, young lover.”

Not exactly. But I didn't deny it either. “Thank you,” I took the bowl over and sat down to eat thestew with them. “What brings all of you here?” I asked.

“Most of us here lost our families to those damn rogues or the war,” she said, and during dinner, Iheard more of their stories.

Wanda had lost her home and her husband. With nowhere to turn, she'd ended up here. Becca'sparents had been killed when she and her brother were younger, and now, this was their family.They didn't have a penny to her name. Henry had deserted his post with the army because he wasafraid of dying, and now he was on the run.

I'd always looked at war from the military perspective, and rarely knew what it really meant for thenormal civilians.

What would they think of me if they knew my role in the conflict and that I had been sendingresources to the rogues? I shook that thought out of my head.

As the sun began to go down, Wanda asked, “You got a place to sleep tonight?” “No,” I told her. “I'llprobably just replace a tree somewhere.” “Oh, no! You can't do that! Rogues are everywhere,” Henrysaid. “Stay here. We've got plenty of room.”

I tried to turn it down. “Nah, I still need to go replace her. But thanks.”

Wanda frowned, “Ya' said you've been runnin’ “round for a few days. Why that be?”

I shrugged. “They knew my scent by now.”

Becca, who had been quiet, lifted her head. She whispered something into Wanda's ear, and Wandadiscussed it quietly with Henry.

“Son,” Wanda said, “why don't ya’ stay the night with us, and we'll go with ya' tomorrow? It'd beslower, but we may

be able to help cover your scent.”

I didn't know that was even possible. However, I remembered when they approached me, I didn'tsense anything.

"How?"

“We got our ways, son. Ya'’know, otherwise we wouldn't be able to survive.”

My eyes widened. That, indeed, could be a great help. However, I was wary, “Why would you dothat?.

Wanda chuckled. “Easy, son. All of us here know what it's like to lose someone. If we can help, aslong as it won't put us in danger, we'll help. We're all a bunch of misfits, but we know how to takecare of one another.”

Her words touched a soft place in my heart.

Misfits... more and more often lately, that was how I felt too, I didn't belong to any pack any moreand I'd lost pretty much everything. This group was a bunch of outcasts, yet, i fit well here.

I laughed at myself bitterly.

That night, lying in a hut with a few other men, including Henry who snored like a grizzly bear, Istared up at the thatch roof and thought of Rosalie and her baby. I had to replace a way to get themback.

These people were kind enough to offer help to a stranger like me. I didn't want to put any of themat risk, but needed it, and they seemed to be confident about keeping themselves safe.

In addition, if they helped me get to Rosalie, it may give them an opportunity to join the pack of thenorth and not have to be outcasts anymore, so it would be worth it.

Rosalie was kind and forgiving, she would welcome them with open arms, especially if she knew thatthey helped me to replace her....

When I finally fell asleep, there was a smile on my face.