"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

Maeve walked toward us, a beaming smile stretching across her face. She was dressed casually in a pair of pale blue gym shorts and a T-shirt, her hair knotted in a large bun on the top of her head. Lena looked surprised to see her, which I found odd. 


“I decided to stop here on my way to Winter Forest,” Maeve said as she pulled Lena into a hug. “I’ll be back before the baby is born; I promise. I’m catching a flight to Winter Forest after dinner tonight.”


“You’re leaving so soon?” Lena was disappointed, I could tell. I’d just arrived, so I had no idea who was currently staying in the castle. Lena’s surprised expression told me Maeve had just arrived, and likely while we were talking with Carly and Lincoln. 


“I have a few things I need to discuss with your grandma. Plus, Troy is meeting me there. I finally convinced him to leave Breles for a few weeks and take a break.”


“Has he not been back to Avondale?” I asked, and Maeve shook her head. 


Chapter 132 : A New White Queen