"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 was in Hell. That was the only way to describe this place. Henry walked in front of me as we made our way down a narrow path etched into the side of the violently spiked mountain toward the darkened cave that I had seen from the mountain's peak. It was dry here and absolutely freezing. Henry was dressed in what looked like a cape he’d stitched together with a variety of garments, rags, and dried leaves. 


“The second the sun rises, you’re gone. Do you understand?” he said beneath his breath. He hadn’t even turned to look at me; he kept his eyes forward as we both clung to the fragile shale mountain face and crept closer to the cave’s opening. I was bursting with questions for him, but also with fear. The screeching sound… Goddess, the wail of it ate away at my bones. 


“What’s making that noise?” I hissed. 


Chapter 77 : The Realm of Blood and Fury