"On the bed." My new master, the Alpha of Drogomor, commanded.

I walked toward the bed, naked, ashamed, and full of tears.

I was about to lose my virginity, but it meant nothing to the man who was going to take it.
***
I am Rosalie, 20 years old, sold to the most terrifying alpha by my own father.

"You're nothing to me but a breeder." he said to me cruelly.

I had long known that my love for him was hopeless and foolish. However, I was naïve to think that was the end of the story.

Once the baby is born, I will be put to death.
***
People thought I was dead, but I survived.

"It's you!" He grabbed my hand, and his eyes were filled with emotions I couldn't understand. "Come back to me, Rosalie."

"Sorry." I calmly looked back at him, "but I think you've got the wrong person."

Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder

I didn’t like the fact that I had been interrupted.


In fact, I was more than p*ssed off that Romero thought he could send a maid to tell me that he needed me right then and there. I was an Alpha, just as he was– and if Romero was going to keep acting like I had to jump at his word, he was making a huge mistake.


Turning the corner, I watched the same maid who had come to Rosalie’s room to fetch me exit the library. She bowed her head to me and stood to the side as I entered the library in search of Romero.


However, I was shocked when I found that it wasn’t Romero who was waiting for me, but Madalynn.


My eyes searched around the room as I tried to see if this was a joke or not, but it didn’t take me long to see the scowl on Madaylnn’s face and realize this meeting wasn’t what I was expecting.


“Where is Romero?” I asked flatly, hoping the girl in front of me wasn’t stupid enough to keep trying to play this game. I didn’t have time for it.


Chapter 38 : You Will Never Have My Heir