"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 flowers Ethan had brought me remained on my lap. Though I considered pushing them off onto the floor, I didn’t. They were beautiful and innocent, and they deserved to be treated better. 


I sighed. I bundled them into a bouquet and placed them on the table along with the necklace. The simple decoration immediately brightened the room.


I heard a discussion at the door of my tent that got my attention. Georgia’s voice boomed above those of the guards and another female voice I thought to be Vicky’s.


“Let me in there right now, d*mn you, or I’ll cut your balls off and shove them down your throat!”


“But Miss Georgia,” one of the guards was saying, “the Rogue King has expressly forbid us from letting anyone inside to see the White Queen.”


The next thing I heard was the sound of someone doubling over in pain as I assumed Georgia had punched him in the stomach.


“Go tell Ethan. Now! Otherwise you’ll be the next!” she threatened the other guard.


Chapter 170: Rosalie’s Persuasion