"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

Whatever light had been in the crack of the door was an illusion. It was completely dark on the other side. 


I stepped into the room and let out a sigh of relief. This wasn’t as bad as I thought. 


The strong scent of copper and rust filled my nose. I frowned. Blood. 


There wasn’t light, but I could see clearly. There were pools of blood on the floor. Some were fresh, but some were old and dried. 


The same crimson red was covering the walls, too.


Then I noticed there was someone else here—she was bound to a platform in the center of the room. 


Her hair was messy and unkempt, clothes torn and shredded. She was tied to a post, arms behind her back, a gag in her mouth. Her skin was smeared with blood and dirt, eyes red and puffy. But the rest of her was pale and thin. Nothing but skin and bones.


I gasped. The fresh blood was dripping from her legs, which had been cut off at the knees! 


Chapter 114 : Let's Go Home