"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

Without waiting for her, I leaned in again and captured her lips, parting them with mine and pushing my tongue into her mouth. I rolled my tongue over hers, ran it along her cheeks, and battled her for dominance. I tasted her completely.


She moaned against my lips and pushed off the door, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding herself against me.


We kissed until we needed a break for air. Sighing, I pressed my forehead into the crook of her neck. I tightened my arms around her, pressing my palms to her back. Inhaling, I took in her scent.


I could smell my scent on her now, too. All over her and in her. It was a sign that she was pregnant with my child. It was so early, the scent was faint, barely noticeable.


I wrapped my arms around her as much as possible and smothered her against me, trying to make her a part of me. I never wanted her to leave my embrace or to leave my side.


She sighed slightly and I loosened my arms. I had to be gentle with her now, for the baby.


Chapter 103 : It Was Perfect