"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

Soren snarled and stripped off his shirt. He ripped it into strips, tying Sebastain’s arms behind his back with one. He tied up his ankles with another. The last strip, he tied as a gag in Sebastian’s mouth. 


“Now you won’t have to hear him. And if nothing else, it will slow down the amount of air he consumes,” Soren said, tossing Sebastian aside. 


He kept muttering through the gag, but I was glad that I couldn’t understand what he was saying. 


Thomas grabbed the back of Sebastian’s shirt and pulled him into a corner. He laid down and closed one eye, keeping the other sharply on Sebastian. 


Soren came over to me and placed his hands on my shoulders. 


“Mila, let me explain… it is a long story, but you deserve to know…”


I slipped my arms around Soren’s neck and kissed him before he could continue. 


“I don’t care about the past, Soren.”


I pressed my forehead to his, our lips hovering inches apart. 


Chapter 94 : A Perfect Bowl of Soup