"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

Mila’s door cracked as I pulled the lock right off in my haste to open it. 


She was sitting on the floor, staring off into space, completely still like a statue. 


A chair was flipped over and glass was shattered all over the table and floor. Water dripped off the edges of the table. Some of the drops hit her legs and she didn’t even react. 


Quickly, I assessed Mila. She didn’t appear to be injured. I couldn’t smell blood and none of her bones were broken. She just sat there, staring off into space, perfectly still. 


I swooped down and grabbed her shoulders. 


“Mila, are you okay, what happened?” I asked. 


She didn’t move or react. Her eyes stayed distant and I noticed how pale she was. I shook her a little harder. 


Her head wobbled back and forth but she still didn’t say anything or move. I couldn’t even tell if she was breathing. 


She was completely in shock, her hands balled into fists in her lap. 


Chapter 25 : You're Descended from Witches