"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

“Whoa, whoa!” tattoo-face shouted when he walked back into the room. 


Immediately, the strong scent of a steak and cheese sandwich filled my nose. My stomach growled again but I kept my eyes down. I refused to show them how much the smell was getting to me. 


I had no idea when I ate last but my mouth watered and I swallowed repeatedly to keep them from noticing. 


“Alpha Chandler said not to spoil her, remember?” tattoo-face said. 


One-eye snarled and pulled the knife from my finger. 


My pinky stung where the blade had cut through my skin and a sliver of blood formed. It wasn’t a bad wound. 


“Well, he’ll change his tune eventually. For now, leave her to starve.”


For two days one-eye starved me and beat me. 


He didn’t even ask any questions. He was just trying to break me down. 


Every visit, he’d threaten me, call me names, call my mother names, and smack me around. 


Chapter 45 : Two Days of Torture