"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 pain I'd been feeling right before I passed out was gone; I knew that before I even opened my eyes.


But that wasn't the only thing that was different.


I tried to remember exactly what had been happening, and when visions of those rogue wolves, with their sharp teeth and red eyes, entered my mind, I sat up, my eyes flying open.


In fact, I didn't have any idea where I was at all.


It was dark, and I was lying on a cot. 


My eyes flickered around the space. I was in a tent, and the scent of the forest let me know I was somewhere deep in the woods.


My arms frantically reached out for him, but I didn't feel my baby anywhere.


What happened to him? Had he been taken by the rogues? Was he… was he still alive?


Chapter 148 When The White Queen Met The Rogue King…