"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

“ZEKE!” the woman screamed as I wrestled her captor into the ground.


I glanced up at her, confused as she dropped to her knees and swatted me repeatedly with a canvas sack that felt like it was filled with rocks. 


The man, apparently named Zeke, was hissing and moaning beneath me as I shoved my elbow into the back of his neck and held one of the wooden knives against his ribs, ready to drive it through his chest. 


“Get off of him, you maniac!” the woman cried, beating me with her bag of rocks. 


“He’s a vampire!” I protested, throwing my weight against him as he continued to struggle. 


The woman looked more annoyed than anything. Her skin wasn’t pale at all, not like his. It was a rich golden brown, and her eyes were the palest, brightest blue I’d ever seen. Her hair was covered by the hood of her black cloak, but a few rogue, shadowed curls fell over her forehead as she glowered at me and wound her arm back, slamming the sack of rocks into my shoulder. 


Chapter 94 : Daughter of a Queen