"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 wasn’t sure what I was thinking. My conversation with Jared had left me furious, then guilty, and overall… wanting. 


I wasn't able to sleep at all that night. I tossed and turned, going over every word that had passed between us. 


On top of my severely conflicting emotions, I’d entirely forgotten about the reason I’d gone to his study again in the first place–the map. 


He’d seen right through me, of course. He’d warned me of the dangers I’d face on my own. Maybe it was the fact that I’d been mulling all of this over at close to three in the morning, but I’d started to feel like maybe he was right. I was safer here than I was on my own, at least for now. 


But Jared’s words continued to plague me well into the next morning. “Why are you so mean to me?” he’d asked. 


Because I’m scared as hell, and too much of a coward to admit I’d bit off more than I could chew. 


Chapter 11 : A Special Gift