"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

Hayden was sitting on a rock, chewing loudly as he snacked on what looked like a piece of jerky. I grimaced at the sound, shifting my weight to sit more comfortably on the cold dirt floor of the tunnel.


“You’re welcome for the clothes,” Hayden quipped, “I figured I could offer you one last kindness by not having your balls dragging in the dirt while we wait for, uh, whatever happens.”


“And what exactly is going to happen?” I asked tersely. Hayden shrugged. “Why are you here, exactly?” I asked, genuinely confused. Hayden was a dumbass, as thick as they come. I found it highly unlikely he had much, if anything, to offer Tasia.


“Carl took a liking to me, I think. I’m not so bad once you get to know me.”


“You’re a rapist and murderer—” I bit out. Hayden chuckled.


“Yeah, well. Whatever world Tasia and Carl are gonna make once they have the stones… it won’t matter. Everyone I’ve wronged will be dead. A clean slate.”


Chapter 109 : At the Cost of Her Own Life