"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 relaxed a little– but not completely.


He was tall, with a muscular build. He had that same strong, chiseled jawline and dark hair, though his wasn’t black like Ethan’s.


They looked so very much the same. There were clear differences between them, but they were slight– the dip of his nose, the space between his eyes, and his eyes. They reminded me of Ethan’s, but they were gray.


The biggest difference, though, was this man’s smile.


It came so easily, so naturally– like the sun rising in the morning and setting in the evening. It just happened without effort.


In all of the time I was with Ethan, how often did I see him smile? Hardly ever at all, and when I did, it always seemed forced.


The man’s expression thus made it impossible to mistake him for Ethan.


Who was this person? And could I trust him?


Chapter 61 Is He Back?