"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

Somehow, I had allowed myself to get sucked into this waking nightmare. Then again, it was for a good cause. If Maggie wasn’t so sick, I wouldn’t have allowed this. 


So, I found myself in the carny tent, sitting on a stool in a circle with Ciana, Warren, Nelson, and other carnies, running lines. 


I’d been working secretly to ensure that Ciana’s pack was safe after Raymond was killed and to investigate the rebellion group “Shadow”. That meant eradicating all of Luther’s influence. Since Vaner was one of the closest packs to Alvar, I wanted to make sure Luther hadn’t been here, influencing Maggie or her pack. 


It wasn’t like I could just reach out to Maggie and ask her directly. We’d grown up in the palace together, but we’d never been close. For the past five years, she’d been here in Vaner, married. Before that, I’d spent most of my time away from the palace, running errands and missions for my father. 


Chapter 90: Thank You for Telling Me the Truth