"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 stood there with the necklace extended, waiting for Rosalie to tell me whether or not she would accept it. She just stood in the moonlight, and she didn’t move.


I had never seen her as angry as she was a minute ago, when she had yelled at me and told me how she had felt about things back then.


I certainly couldn’t blame her. She had every right to be mad at me. In fact, she should’ve been even angrier than she was. If it had been me in her shoes, I would’ve been cursing and probably attacked the person before me. The fact that Rosalie only yelled and didn’t punch me was a testament to her good nature.


But I saw in her eyes as she stared at me, looking from the necklace that she sold to my face and back again, that she was not ready to accept my apology.


She was not ready to forgive me, and I shouldn’t have expected her to.


Chapter 88 Ethan, Do You Know Soren?