"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

Myla tilted her head toward the beach, but I didn’t see him anywhere. “He’s here?” I asked, my voice catching as my chest tightened with hope.


Damian’s warriors were fighting for their lives all around me. Every member of the crew of the Persephone had shifted now, and the battle was moving off the beach as they pushed Damian warriors back against the rocky bluff to our backs.


Myla was glued to my side, guarding me, snarling anytime an enemy got near enough to be within lunging distance.


‘We need to get you on a skiff,’ said Myla over the mind-link, and I looked down at her, adrenaline prickling across my skin. ‘Some birthday, am I right?’


“Birthday?” I said aloud, then I felt the knot in my stomach loosen, the realization that it was, in fact, my birthday hitting me. It was just past midnight. I was twenty-one.


Chapter 74 : The Moon Goddess Took Her Mate's Life on Her Twenty-First Birthday