"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

The sound of Rosalie’s piano playing drifted into the foyer as I stood near the door, listening in.


My hand was on the parlor door, my head leaning in, and my eyes closed, taking in the lovely sound of music that filled my home and made it seem alive with joy in a way it hadn’t in years.


She was so much more than I’d given her credit for when this plan had come to mind.


Opening my eyes, I entered the parlor to see her sitting there. She was wearing a flowing white gown, her reddish-brown hair pinned up off of her elegant neck as her fingers masterfully flew over the keys.


I observed her from afar for a moment until she looked over her shoulder and saw me, a bright smile greeting me.


Warmth filled my heart, and I wanted to go to her; but I also didn’t want to interrupt her music.


“Sing for me, angel,” I said, and she obliged.


Chapter 92: Finally With Her