"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

In the early afternoon on the day before my wedding, I stood on a fitting platform while Brook worked on the final fitting for my dress and Sherry worked on finding the right makeup palette that would match the occasion.


I said “occasion” because it was not just my wedding anymore. The Public Relation department had turned it into this ordeal of a national celebration and public event as the first step to establish a transparent and people-friendly image of the royal court.


Floor length mirrors surrounded me on three sides while my friends worked to turn me into a beautiful princess bride. 


The dress I was stuck in was far more lavish than I ever imagined. Apparently, because I was in my third trimester, the seamstress thought that weighing me down with excessive layers of fabric would make me more comfortable. 


It was a hefty ball gown with several layers of taffeta and tulle making up the wide spread hoop-skirt. 


Chapter 155: Bonus Story - An Unofficial Royal Wedding