"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

Xander wasn’t there when I woke the next morning. I was somewhat grateful for it.


I wasn’t sure how I felt as I rolled over in bed and looked at Xander's empty sleeping bag. I was sore, but that was a given. I’d known what to expect in that regard. While my very private parents had been more reserved and conservative during my upbringing, not all of my family members had been. That, and living with roommates for three years, had given me a pretty clear expectation about how these things were supposed to go. 


But I hadn't been prepared for what I’d feel like emotionally. 


I was embarrassed and slightly ashamed of my behavior. 


And Xander’s absence made me realize I may have made a mistake. 


Chapter 17 : Was This a Mistake?