"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

Jared extended his hand to me, beckoning me forward. I glanced over my shoulder at Aeris, who was looking smug and suspicious as he leaned against the railing of the terrace overlooking the city of Suncrest. Night was falling, and the city lights sent an amber haze rippling over the horizon. 


It would have been beautiful had that orange-eyed creep not been standing right in front of my view. 


“Eliza,” Jared repeated more sternly. 


I fixed Aeris with a steely glare and took Jared’s hand. Aeris raised his brows at me but looked nothing but amused. 


Jared placed my hand in the crook of his arm as we walked back into the ballroom, leaning down to hiss, “Don’t egg him on.”


“He knows,” I said, looking up into his eyes. 


Jared looked down at me, nostrils flaring. “What did you say?”


“I didn’t say anything! He said it was–it was my hair. It was my hair that gave it away. Someone in his circle must have recognized me from the auction.”


Chapter 23 : A Dance With Jared