"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

“Wait a second!” Ciana’s eyes grew wide open as she gasped, “So the real artifact of our pack is not the Feather of Justice?!”


Ciana jumped down from a low branch of a cherry tree, in her arms were some freshly picked, luscious, red fruit. She dropped the large heart-shaped cherries on the picnic blanket and sat down next to me.


“I need a moment to process this,” she frowned, digesting the new knowledge as she popped a cherry in her mouth. “...Um…um, Mom, you have to pack those. They are so sweet! Especially since they’re hand-picked by your lovely daughter. They will remind you to miss me on your trip!” 


Tomorrow was the anniversary for Soren and I. Not our wedding anniversary, but the first time we met. We usually went on a trip just the two of us, but before we were on our way, we always made sure to spend some time with Ciana in our vacation home at the edge of our packland.


Chapter 133: Bonus Story–Happy Birthday, Mila-Part 1