"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

Dinner with the Alpha and Luna of Greenbriar was a spectacular affair. The dining hall had been returned to its formal glory with the long wooden table returned to its rightful place and set with our finest china. The cook had outdone herself tonight; our usual roast meat and potatoes was replaced by an extravagant array of game meats and side dishes, large bowls of exotic fruits and bottles upon bottles of vintage wine. 


Ernest was back to his usual self, too. His dry monologue nearly put our guests into a stupor as they gulped their wine. Alpha Julian seemed pleased by the conversation, though, nodding his head and actively listening as Ernest drawled on. 


Opaline was nearly overcome by boredom, and I was thankful when she announced she would retire to her room for the night, giving me the freedom to take my leave instead of entertaining her in my seldom used sitting room after dinner.


Chapter 19 : This Was Heat