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Chapter 105 Shall I Thank Alpha Romero?

**Rosalie‘s POV

Soren‘s eyes seemed a bit haunted as he looked at me, and I knew I probably asked the question too bluntly.

However, I considered Soren a friend, and I thought‘it would be best if I was honest with him and asked the question directly

“You know my half–brother,” he didn‘t answer my question, instead, he commented, “it appears, quite well.”

His eyes went to my protruding baby bump, and I felt a bit uneasy, but I nodded.

In the past, I hid my past from Soren because I wanted to start over. I didn‘t mean to cause any trouble. I just thought it wasn‘t necessary to tell anyone .

Honestly, Soren and the others around him also did their best to avoid asking questions about my past.

Soren smiled at me and patted my arm. “It‘s okay, Ro. You don‘t have to be upset about anything. I‘m trying to understand your past.”

“I wasn‘t completely honest with you about what I was running from,” I decided to be the one to confess first. “And .. please accept my apology for that. I didn‘t know that Ethan had a half– brother. Never once, in all the time that I knew him, did he, or anyone else that I knew in his pack, ever mention you.”

Soren‘s head rocked up and down slightly. It was quite clear to me that the pain medication the doctor had just given him had kicked in, and he was not only numb from pain, b ut he was also a little loopy.

He said, “I have no doubt that it‘s true that Ethan never mentioned me. But surely… when you saw me… you had to know the two of us were related?”

He smiled at me and raised his eyebrows, as if he couldn‘t believe anyone would miss the similarities between them.

I nodded honestly. “I definitely noticed that the two of you look a lot alike, Soren. When I first saw you, it scared me to death. I thought that Ethan had f ollowed me. I was terrified.”

I looked at him and sighed. “But… they say everyone has a doppelganger, someone who looks exactly like them, or nearly exactly like them. And the two of you do look a lot alike, but over time, I began to notice the differences between you and focused on those.”

Soren tipped his head slightly to the side and studied my face for a moment. “Differences… like what? Our hair color? The shade of our eyes?”

I couldn‘t help but giggle. As if the differences were that simple. “No,” I told him. “Like.. the fact that you are almost always smiling, and Ethan always looks so serious–or even has a scowl.”

Soren smiled and nodded, encouraging me to continue.

“You actually pay attention to people, whereas Etan purposefully dismisses their presence.” Although when his eyes were locked on me; I fell for his lies will ingly,

“You tip your head toward people when they talk because you are listening. He doesn‘t even acknowle dge people Jong enough to give them a chance to speak.., Soren, that made me think that the two of y ou couldn‘t be related, even though you do look a lot alike.”

The more I spoke about the differences between the two men, the more foolish I felt for ever having trusted Einan lor

the second time to begin with.

Soren didn‘t seem to mind that I was with Ethan before, and whatever I‘d said didn‘t make him upset eit her, at least from what I could tell.

Now that I‘d told him my secrets, 1 patiently waited for him to answer my question. Would he be honest with me?

“RO.” Soren said, his hand grazing my chin as he turned my face gently to look at him, “Ethan killed my father when I was eleven. You might‘ve already known that. Later on, my mother died. That‘s why I never mention them to you.”

I nodded. I remembered I mentioned his mother once, and he switched the topic right away.

I also lost my mother when I was young, and I couldn‘t imagine how heartbroken it would be to lose both parents one after the other, let alone since it was his own brother who did it.

Just for that, Soren had all the reason in the world to hate Ethan.

“I’m sorry to hear that Soren…”

“Not your fault.” He patted my hand, and the usual smile on his face slowly faded. “My father… he wasn‘t the nicest guy in the world.”

Abusive. Talon mentioned that before.

He continued, “But he, Ethan, had no right to do what he did!”

His face tensed, and he had to control his voice from trembling. “And even after he did it, he didn‘t even bother to say

anything to me and just abandoned me!! For a few years… I thought it was a miracle that I even survived!!”

I‘d never seen Soren like this. He was furious

and he was hurt.

I couldn’t help but gently squeeze his hand back.

He seemed to realize that he was losing control of his temper, and he took a few deep breaths to level his tone.

“I can‘t tell you everything, but I can tell you that what I said before about me being in charge of this isla nd is true. Alpha Romero gave me this island to oversee.”

Listened and I started to feel the panic bubbling up inside of me. If Soren had been working with Alpha Romero, then did that mean Damian, Madalynn, and Romero all knew I was still alive?

Was that why Ethan came here?

Was I too naive to think that no one else knew I was alive…

He noticed my nervousness and asked, in a concerned tone, “Ro?”

“Soren, shall I thank Alpha Romero for letting me stay in his territory then?” I tried to test his reaction.

Soren seemed surprised about what i‘d asked, but his answer made me feel much better. “Unless you insist. This is my island, and I do not need to report my guests t o him.” He looked at me sincerely,” I‘ll never mention you to

anyone without getting your permission.”

I nodded to acknowledge what he said.

“I’m sorry, Ro, I didn‘t mean to hide anything from you, I just didn‘t think you needed to know all of that.” He

apologized.

asons he gave to me were the same reasons why I hid my identity from him in the first place.

I looked at him, and told him, “I didn‘t tell you who I was either. We are even now.”

However, deep down, I knew the situation may be far more complicated than I thought. Another questio n raised in my head. Was all of this a coincidence?

Turning to Soren, I saw that his eyes were heavy. He was tired. I should let him rest. But I needed to ask now. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

I would ask again when he was awake, especially if I got an answer I wasn‘t satisfied with. “Soren,” I sa id, my tone not accusing him of anything, but full of wonder. “What are the chances that you and I woul d meet? And that you would have no idea who I was? And yet, I was carrying your half– brother‘s baby?”

“You know, Ro, I was just thinking that exact same thing,” he said, a little chuckle escaping his lips. His voice was gravely, heavy with sleep. “It‘s a strange world, isn‘t it? But that‘s what happened. I think the Moon Goddess knows what she‘s doing. She knows that my half–

brother wronged me in the past, and now, she is giving me a chance to help another soul that he has w ronged by taking care of you and his–your–child.”

“Yeah, I think you‘re right,” I said.

And I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe that he could get back at his half– brother and still treat me–and my child–with kindness.

“I should let you sleep,” I said, seeing that his eyes were already closed, and his breathing was becoming more even as he started to doze off. “Do you need anything else before I go, Soren?”

“No,” Soren said, his eyes only slitted. “But Ro, listen to me.” His fingers grasped my wrist, but not in a threatening way, not even tight enough that I couldn‘t pull away if I‘d wanted to.

But I didn‘t try. I would hear him out.

“What is it, Soren?” I asked, sitting still and leaning toward him so that I could hear what he had to say.

“Ethan is dangerous,” he said, opening his eyes for a second to gaze into mine. “Stay away from him. He‘ll try to get you back because it will h elp him get what he wants. You‘ve got to be careful.”

I nodded in understanding. “Okay, Soren. I will.”

“Promise?” he asked me.

“Yes, I promise.”

“Good.” He reached up and brushed a lock of hair away from my face, his fingers grazing my cheek and lingering on my shoulder as he pushed my long hair out of the way.

“You‘re so beautiful, Rosalie. Anyone who couldn‘t see your value, not just because of your pretty face, b you. Ethan… doesn‘t deserve you.”

With that, Soren let go of me, and promptly fell asleep.

I sat there for a long moment thinking over his words.

That was the first time he‘d called me Rosalie.

My skin was still warm from the touch of his fingertips.

Soren had a good point, one I wish I would‘ve thought about before I had planned to let Ethan back into

Ethan led me to believe that there was a possibility that the three of us–Ethan, the baby, and me– could live in this house together, knowing that the house was just a tool for him to get to Soren.

Was there a single thing that man had told me in all of the time that I‘d known him that was true?

“Yes,” I thought, as I got up and walked out of the bedroom I‘d planned to share with him. “He‘s been tel

when he said he planned to kill me.”

Why in the world would I walk right back into a situation where I would have my baby and then die?

I wouldn‘t

Then how about Soren?

I looked back at Soren‘s sleeping face. Would I still trust him like I did in the past?

He had said that it was a coincidence that he had been the one to find me when I was injured.

Perhaps that was the truth.

But whether it was or whether it wasn‘t here I was–in his care.

And so was my child–Ethan‘s child.

The child of the man Soren hated most in this world.

As much as Soren seemed to like me, how would he see my baby?

If—–if somehow everything wasn‘t a coincidence…

Just a slight peek into that possibility sent terrifying shivers down my spine.

If Soren wasn‘t exactly harmless as he appeared to be, then what did it mean for me–for us?

Would he try to use my baby as a pawn? As some sort of chess piece he could use to maneuver between Alphas or manipulate the other powerful men in the world?

I realized that my ignorance about the war and the details of the situation between Soren and Ethan led me to where I was now, but all I could do was to get my head out of the past and move on, or else I was going to keep making mistakes.

And the next one just might cost me my life.

My hands moved to my abdomen.

I comforted the little one in my belly silently, “Don‘t worry, I‘ll protect you. At all costs.