"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

I froze as the shadows cleared and I saw the person that had come to the dungeons.


His eyes widened and he stared at my thorny, waving roots. He cringed slightly.


Eros cleared his throat, “We need to go. They are coming.”


Before I could react, Eros dodged past the flailing roots. He scooped Helen into his arms.


“Let her go, or I will end you!” I snapped, spinning around and aiming my roots at Eros.


“Really, Mila? Do you want to waste time and fight the entire elite royal guard, or do you want to get out of here?”


I stared at him. He was right. As furious as I was, there was no way I could fight off an entire army and get us out of here easily on my own.


He ran toward the dungeon door and I followed him. There weren't any other better choices at this point.


Chapter 115 : The Puppet Master