"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

After a night of rest, it was time to get moving again. My arm and hand were still mangled, so Abe and Jared did the heavy lifting to pack up camp.


While they worked, I studied the rough map I’d drawn as our guide to Myrel. It wasn’t perfect, but it would get us there. 


I wandered out of the cave and looked at the river. Then I looked at the map. I turned in a complete circle and then lined the map up with the river so they were parallel. From there, it was easy to figure out where we were going. 


We’d saved as much as we could from the river, and the fire had dried everything out overnight. With our shortage of gear and supplies, packing up camp took hardly any time at all. 


Jared helped me get my backpack on since my hand was still too injured to use, and we set off again. 


Chapter 67 : We Made It