"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

It wasn’t hard to find the festival. Before we even got into the main city, I could hear the sounds of music and happy chatter. 


“Come on, come on. We need to hurry,” Ashley said, hurrying forward. “We’re going to miss all the good stuff.”


We rounded the corner to the main street and I stopped, my jaw dropping open. 


The street was filled with vendors selling snacks and all kinds of things from exotic clothes to pottery and ceramics, and jewelry. 


There were people playing music in the streets and dancing. String lights with paper lanterns on them were hung across the streets. 


It was so vibrant, colorful, and full of life. I looked this way and that. Everywhere I looked, I saw more shiny, colorful things that caught my eye. 


Ashley was already trying on a fancy scarf from one of the vendors. 


This was a harvest festival? I thought there would be more associations with harvests but everyone just seemed to be celebrating and having a good time. 


Chapter 66 : The Harvest Festival