"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

As Mila disappeared, I watched her figure grow smaller in the nighttime shadows. There were lights lining the village streets, which allowed me to see her more clearly as she ran under them but she seemed to be purposefully sticking to the shadows as much as possible.


There was no hesitation in her departure. She didn’t look back and she didn’t slow down. Clearly, she didn’t want to be here. That was probably for the best.


Her scent clung to the door and the walls in the hallway. I breathed it in and held it at the back of my nose. In just a few days, her scent would fade completely and I’d forget it all together.


For some reason, the thought of forgetting her scent saddened me a little.


I frowned and looked at the guards still standing around.


“Return to your posts,” I told everyone.


The guards muttered their agreement and lumbered off.


Chapter 10: Take Care, Mila