"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 much as I wanted to see what was in the box, I had a feeling Mila would prefer to look it over on her own. Besides, I caught a familiar scent and I had something important to check up on. 


The door to my room clicked shut and I saw Thomas lounging casually, leaning against the wall outside my room. 


“Thomas, it is good to see you.” I grinned and helped my hand out. 


Thomas smirked and ignored my hand. He pulled me in for a quick hug. 


“Don’t be so formal, Soren, we’ve known each other too long for that,” Thomas teased. 


I rolled my eyes and gave him a one-armed hug. 


“It is rare that you reach out to me these days,” Thomas said. “Regarding that thing you asked me to look–”


I held up a hand and shook my head, silencing him. 


“What’s wrong with your room?” Thomas asked, nodding to the door behind me. 


Chapter 33 : I've Been Waiting for Ten Years