"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

“All right, baby,” Hawke said as he lowered himself down on the ground on top of me, his pants hanging open. “It’s time for you to experience what it’s like to be with a real man.


“No!” I whimpered, unable to say much more with the pain in my head keeping me dizzy and my arms and legs pinned down.


My shirt was halfway torn open, revealing my bra, and I was desperate. Help! Where was Theo? Why wasn’t he back? 


Susan… maybe she could think of a way to get me out of this. I tried using the mind-link to call to her, but she didn’t answer either. And I didn’t know what else to do other than pray. 


Hawke chuckled and reached for my skirt, getting ready to pull it up.


Before he could get my skirt out of the way, he was suddenly lifted off of me. I watched through blurry vision as he went flying across the room, crashing into the bookcase where I’d plucked the vase from earlier.


Chapter 32: That’s My Face