"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

When I got back to my room it was empty. I could still smell Mila’s fresh scent from the shower but she wasn’t anywhere to be found.


Frowning, I glanced around quickly for any sign of her.


My top dresser drawer was slightly open and the items on top of it were shifted slightly.


Creasing my brow, I went to the dresser and opened the top drawer all the way. All my shirts were tossed around and I saw the corner of the photograph sticking out from beneath my t-shirts.


If she had, she must have seen the picture of Ethan, Rosalie, and me.


My heart sank. Something wasn’t right here.


I went next door to Mila’s room to see if she was there. I knocked first but she didn’t answer.


“Mila?” I called, testing the knob.


Her room was empty, too, and I couldn’t see her backpack or any of her other belongings but I did see the dresses I’d given her hanging in the closet.


Chapter 82 : A Wolf With Four Claws