"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 hadn’t been in the cabin long at all when I got the feeling I was being watched. I felt like I needed to move on, and I had just gathered my baby up into my arms, preparing to leave, when suddenly, that sensation went away.


It was dusk. I went to the window to look out to see if anyone was standing out there. My fingers trembled slightly as I went to pull the curtains back to peer outside. Studying the long shadows cast by the trees, I attempted to see if anyone was standing there. My concentration was fully on the scene before me when a noise behind me had me jumping, spinning around, ready to protect myself.


“Seraphine!” I shouted, collapsing onto the couch I had been leaning over. “Goddess! You scared me to death!”


“Sorry, Rosalie,” she said. “I had it on good authority that you were here. I didn’t mean to frighten you. I knocked lightly before I came in, but I didn’t hear you say anything, and I thought you might be sleeping.”


Chapter 131 The One We’ve Been Waiting For