"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

Henry led me through the camp with one arm wrapped around my waist as I limped along. I wondered how long it would be until the healers found out I was missing, but I didn’t particularly care. 


I was in shock at the fact that Henry was here. I know that he, without a doubt, would tell me everything he knew about what happened. 


We crossed what used to be a street and walked into one of the market squares dappled around Breles. It was all rubble now, the buildings toppled, and the road split down the center. Ash covered everything in sight, and in the distance, smoke continued to rise. Utter destruction–that was the only way to describe this place, this once great city. 


Chapter 122 : She's Gone