"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

Swiftly, Theo removed the rest of my clothes and his own. 


He crawled onto the bed, pushing my legs apart with his knees. He brushed his fingertips along the inside of my thighs, up my legs, and to my hips. He grabbed my hips, digging his fingers into my skin. Then, he caressed his hands along my sides. 


Cupping my breasts, Theo pinched my nipples between his fingers and leaned in, kissing my mouth. I tasted myself on him and a thrill shot through me. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and ran it over the inside of his cheeks. 


Theo grunted and pinched my nipples tighter. I gasped and threw my head back on the pillows. He tweaked and rolled the little buds around, sending shocks of pleasure straight into my silky folds. 


I brought my hands to his chest, tracing the deep lines of his muscles. My fingers slid into the grooves of his abs and down the lines of his hips. 


My stomach fluttered with the memory of the last time I’d been here and I moaned needily. 


Chapter 117: Unstable Factors