"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

Darkness surrounded me as I sat there on the dingy dungeon floor—waiting.


Waiting for what, I wasn’t sure. My mouth was so dry, my tongue was practically stuck to the roof of my mouth. My stomach was so empty, it had given up rumbling long ago and now just consisted of a dull ache deep within me.


My dreams, when I managed to doze off, usually consisted of me standing next to a beautiful lake full of water that I couldn’t get to, no matter how hard I tried, and a feast full of all kinds of my favorite foods that I simply couldn’t taste.


I wanted to tell Jake the truth. In fact, I had told him the truth. But he couldn’t release me. 


At this point, if I had been a spy for that Luther person, I probably would’ve confessed. But I had nothing to tell Jake or Theo or anyone other than the truth.


I had been hoping to find out more information about the state of things in my own pack, and that’s why I’d gone to look for that man who had kidnapped Brook, and nothing more….


Chapter 22 We Eloped!