"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 scent got fainter the further I tracked it. The blood on the knife had been a good clue but the rest of her trail was almost impossible to follow. 


We were moving along the edge of a forest, her scent coming and going. 


“They must have been carrying her,” I muttered to myself. 


The forest ran along Norwind’s border. Just as we crossed into the territory, her scent disappeared entirely. 


I stopped dead and tried to reach out with the mindlink. 


“Come on Mila, tell me where you are?” I begged through the link. 


There was no response. I couldn’t sense her at all. 


I’d gotten so comfortable with her, so used to her being there that I’d stopped having my men keep track of her and follow her. I’d convinced myself that I was all the protection she needed. 


Chapter 85 : A Dream of a Prophecy