"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

When I woke up again, Maggie had come toward me, grinning widely. I kept my face averted from her as she approached and spoke to me. 


“I’ve heard a lot about you, Beryl. You’re Elder Frederic’s mate. I’m told he’d do anything for you. My… husband is very much the same.”


“Are we going to bond over loving husbands?” I asked in a softer voice, trying my best to mimic Beryl. I crossed my legs and glared at her. Thankfully, she was calling me by Beryl’s name. She hadn’t realized who I really was.


“Well, you see, I’ve heard that you don’t support Luther or me. Your husband’s opinion is highly valued in the pack. If you started to see things our way, his loyalty would be solidified, as would your pack’s loyalty to Luther’s cause,” she explained. Again, she looked at me with that sweet and gentle smile. 


Chapter 123: I’m Going to Help You