"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 opened my eyes to his voice, his face only inches from mine. The dream I had been having disintegrated and fell back into the furthest recesses of my mind, the calm silence of sleep interrupted by background noise; papers rustling and the footsteps of someone unfamiliar walking by. 


“Maeve’s awake. She’s alright. Troy is with the boys.”


“The boys? Oh—” I sat upright, expecting to feel pain, but I felt… nothing. I turned to Ethan slowly, gooseflesh prickling across my skin. 


He smiled, tears welling in his eyes. “Everyone’s okay. Even the little one. He’s–he’s perfect, honey. I mean—” Ethan looked like he was about to cry. He was choking on the words. 


I pulled him into me, my hand on the back of his head as he knelt between my knees. He crumbled in my arms, and I let my own tears fall into his hair.


Oh, Goddess. They were okay. It had worked. I had my powers again.


Chapter 91 : Little One