Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
Chapter 160

Chapter 160 The Name Of Our Boy

**Ethan’s POV

I walked into Rosalie’s tent, not exactly sure what I was doing there or what I even planned to say toher when I spoke to her. But I needed to see her. Regardless of whether I was a heartless rogue ornot, I always had one soft place in me, and Rosalie and our child were nestled in there, whether shewanted to be or not.

"What do you want now?” she asked. Her tone sounded more exhausted than angry this time. I sawthat the baby was sleeping in the bassinet I'd carved for him. I didn't want to disturb him, so I hopedwe could keep from arguing. It seemed like every single time I spoke to Rosalie anymore, that's allwe did.

"How are you?” I asked her, taking a few cautious steps over to see what sort of a mood she was in.I could see she'd been eating. She had more energy, and the glow she always had about her facewas stronger.

She shrugged. “I'm a prisoner being held against my will who only just got to start seeing my friendsa couple of days ago and am in the process of bonding with my child again who has hardly seen mesince I got here. How do you expect me to be?”

A smart remark made its way onto my tongue, but I bit it back. I didn't come there to argue. Iignored what she'd said and replied, “I'm glad to see you're eating.”

“Well, a promise is a promise. At least, it is to me.” She gave me a look that said she hadn'tforgotten all of the promises she felt I'd broken to her. Maybe she was right, and I hadn't managedto keep my word with her. The circumstances around us changed so rapidly, it was like trying topredict which direction a stick floating by in a fury of rapids might go.

How was I to know whether or not I'd be able to do all of the things we'd dreamed of doingtogether back when life was simpler?

Still... 1 wasn't going to fight with her. “We've got a big fight coming,” I looked her in the eye, tryingto really converse with her. “I have a feeling that this time there are more than one forcesurrounding the camp. A lot of them are rogues but there may be others.

She frowned. "What do you mean?”

I was happy that at least she was willing to say something. There could be trained soldiers under theemployment of the kings.”

She bit her bottom lip. I didn’t mean to scare her, but I needed to make sure she was aware of thesituation, too. “I think the baby and I would be much safer at the palace,” she said.

I sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. We'd talked about this before. I wasn't letting her goso I stated, “Rosalie, It would be too dangerous for you to get there.”

She shook her head. “It's too dangerous for us to stay.”

The way she was talking was alarming to me. A ripple of fear went up my spine. Ever since ourdiscussion the other day, I'd been afraid I'd be summoned from my work to be told she was gone.Though I had guards watching her all the time, there was a possibility she could give them the slip.After all, she had succeeded in doing that before. Or for that matter, she could get some of theserogues that were supposed to be loyal to me to help her.

I was certain that Rosalie had the charm to persuade people and get them to help her if she tried.That was why I tried to restrict her from getting in contact with others as much as possible.

"You can't leave, Rosalie,” I told her, trying to keep the begging out of my voice. I sat down on thecot near her feet, and

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she pulled them back away from me, like she just couldn't stand being near me,

She didnt respond this time and just looked off in the distance again, like she used to do when shewas withdrawn.

“Rosalie, listen, I have to go out and fight. I'll be responsible for a lot of lives, including your friends,Talon, Vicky, Georgia,” I said bitterly. “I don’t need you to care about me, but I know you care aboutthem, right?”

She didn't respond again, however, her beautiful eyes weren't just staring in the distance now. Atleast I knew she was listening.

If it was about anyone else, she'd be interested, just not me. How ironic.

However, I pressed down my urge to make any sarcastic remarks and continued in a leveled tone. “Ineed to keep my mind on what's happening in the battle around me. I can't be distracted, not atall.” I placed my hand gently on her ankle.

Finally, she turned her eyes to look at me. “I understand that, Ethan. What are you saying?”

“I'm saying... if I thought there was a chance you might be gone when I came back, I'd be so worriedwhile I was fighting, it wouldn't be safe. It would be bad for my guys as well. I need to know forcertain that when this battle is over, and I come back to the camp, you'll be here.”

"What do you want me to say, Ethan?” she asked. Her doe eyes were so captivatingly stunning, evenwhen all I could see was disdain in them. “You're holding me here against my will. You want me toagree not to take any opportunities that might arise for me to leave?”

“I know you don't want to be here, Rosalie. And I'm willing to discuss it with you when things aresafer, but for now, please, promise me you won't leave during the battle? For your friends and ourboy.”

I turned and looked at my sleeping son. He had his thumb pressed between his thin pink lips, andhis chubby cheeks were moving back and forth as he sucked on his finger.

I'd already missed out on so much of his life. I didn’t ever want to say goodbye to him again.

I knew what I was asking for was ridiculous. Why would she make such a promise? And even if shedid, it wasn't for me.

A wave of indescribable bitterness crushed down, and I almost felt a lump in my throat. I must havelooked pathetic. I hated to be like this, hopeless, helpless, and useless.

Georgia was right; she deserved someone way better. If I was her, I wouldn't even choose me.“Fine.”

My attention was drawn back to Rosalie. I certainly hadn't been expecting her to say that. “What?”“I said fine, Ethan,” she repeated. “You want me to promise not to leave during the battle? Fine. Iwon't. I won't leave without saying goodbye. But when this is over, we need to talk about thissituation. You can't keep holding me here indefinitely.”

I nodded. That was something I could agree to-to talk about it. “Thanks.”

“Sure,” she said, her tone snippy.

I couldn't blame her. It's not like I'd just given her a heartwarming token of my gratitude. This hadalready turned out to be way better than I anticipated.

My eyes refocused on the baby. I wished I could pick him up and hold him again before I left, but Ididn't want to disturb him. All of a sudden, I realized something.

“Rosalie, it just struck me,” I muttered, “what's our boy's name?”

There were so many things going on lately, I totally forgot to ask. Our perfect little angel, Iwondered what name his

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mother chose for him?

My questions obviously took her by surprise. She remained silent.

“Rosalie?”

“I... I've been trying to decide,” Rosalie whispered. However, my instinct told me that wasn't thecase.

"What?" I asked her. “What was it?"

She shook her head. I was beyond confused. Why was she hiding our boy's name from me?“Rosalie, tell me.”

“I thought I had one picked out, but now....” She shook her head again.

I moved closer to her and tentatively kneeled down with one knee facing her. She seemed too busydebating with herself to push me away this time.

I was even more intrigued. Why was she acting like this?

I reached out to her shoulders and willed her to look at me. What is it?"

“I don’t want to say,” she told me, and she seemed really troubled. “It's... stupid.”

I thought of all of the not-so-attractive names I'd heard in my life, but my attention soon was soondrawn back to the embarrassed brunette in front of me. I couldn't help but remark, “Whatever nameyou chose for him would be wonderful, but Stupid is a bit... unique.”

I watched as she took a couple seconds to react to my comment, and her doe eyes widened indisbelief. She murmured in shock, “No... that wasn't the na-what, Ethan, how could you...”Watching her showing any emotion at this point was a joy for me, especially when that emotionwasn't all that negative towards me.

Finally, she complained with a little embarrassment, “Ethan, that's not funny!”

I cracked a smile, and watched her face turn a little pink. After a short moment, she couldn't helpbut also let out a chuckle. That was the best music I'd heard in months, and I almost lost it.

Not wanting to ruin the moment, I dragged myself out from the desire of kissing her and claimingher and said, “Funny or not, I made you smile, so it worked. Seriously, though, Rosalie. What wereyou thinking of naming him?"

She took a deep breath and blew it out. “Well, right after I had him, I thought of Rowan...”“Rowan?” I repeated. She nodded and lowered her head. I could see her face blushing and my heartstarted racing.

Rosalie with Ethan. Rowan.

At the moment, I felt as if I was in heaven.”

Rowan. I loved it, actually, but I didn't want to seem overzealous and make her change her mind.What if she hated me so much that she'd change anything I liked?

So I tried to make myself sound calm, “I like that. It's a strong name.”

Not to mention she was right. Rosalie with Ethan...

“I don't know,” she said, “I was thinking maybe there was a better name...

“I think it's the perfect name for a future king,” I told her as our son wiggled a bit and scrunched uphis little face.

“Maybe.” She seemed to be still considering it.

“Rosalie, it's a good name. Trust me,” I said assertively.

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Finally, she nodded and looked into my eyes. “I loved you when he was conceived, and I've tried tolove you every day since, but... anyway, regardless of everything else that has happened, our boywas a product of love.”

She dropped her gaze, and for a moment, I could see exactly how much pain I'd caused her.

“I will replace a way to fix all of this, Rosalie,” I told her, but she wasn't looking at me again. I couldn'tblame her. She felt like I'd lied to her time and time again, and even though that wasn't the case, Ididn't have time to try to reassure her about it

now.

The baby was waking up now, so I reached over and carefully lifted him out of the bassinet. I knewhe was hungry and wanted his mother so he could eat, but I wanted to hold him before I left. Hesnuggled his little head against my

shoulder and grunted a few times.

Theld him for a few moments before I realized he was going to fuss until he ate. Turning to Rosalie, Isaw that she had tears in her eyes. I wondered what I'd done wrong now. Did she not want me topick him up?

“What's the matter?” I asked her.

She shook her head. “Nothing. Hand him to me. Hand me Rowan.”