"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

I reached back and felt along the back of my head, looking for a bump or some sort of wound large enough to knock me out. 


That was the only explanation for this. I was not on the beach anymore; that was certain. Thick trees dotted with waxy white blooms rustled over my head, and the ground beneath was soft, grassy, not the powdered sugar sand of the stormy beach I’d been standing on only a moment before. 


Maybe it had been more than a moment. It had to be. Someone had knocked me out and shipped me off, dumping me here, wherever this was. Likely Lena’s father, I thought with a bitter taste in my mouth. 


I reached down and felt along my body, finding everything intact, including the velvet bag in the front pocket of my trousers. 


Chapter 66 : A Life Without Him