"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 woke with a start, the pain in my arm radiating up through my shoulder and my chest. I blinked against the sun as it beat down on the boat, tall grasses surrounding us as the boat bobbed gently in a small eddy, hidden from view of the main river. 


Maeve was sitting with her knees to her chest, her forehead resting on her knees as she slept. Her hair was loose and falling over her, shielding her face. 


Myla was limp in Cleo’s arms, her breath coming in short, pained gasps. 


I got to my knees, using my good arm to grip the side of the skiff and stand just enough to peer over the top of the grasses, looking out over a wide, swampy area of the river. 


How much time had passed? It was full daylight now. 


This wasn’t right. None of this looked right. 


Chapter 31 : Two Worlds Collide