"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 had known Lynus since the end of war. He had been much younger when we met for the first time, of course, shortly after he was elected by the people of the Isles to represent them on the newly formed council of the High Elders. He was fifteen years older than me but was the youngest among the “Elders.” He’d been a strong man in his early forties when he was elected, but that was almost twenty-seven years ago now.


Lynus was stepping down from his council seat, which was meant to be a life-long position, to be Troy’s advisor. The council was not only losing Lynus, who had been a longtime voice of reason among the other elders, but also the High Priestess, who my wife had sniffed out as a traitor to not only Valoria, but the pack lands in general.


Chapter 105 : Why is Her Fur White?