"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

My strange guide led me through a darkened door out of the ballroom. She brought me down a narrow corridor that opened into a much larger hallway.


The ceilings were high and there were nice paintings on the wall. I saw several closed doors with elegant brass handles on them.


Based on the sheer size of this place and the décor, I figured we were in a castle of some kind.


Myrel’s palace… and it was just as eerie and dead as the rest of the city, except for the woman I followed.


She led me up a free-floating flight of stairs with a stone banister and a red carpet all the way up. At the first platform, the staircase split in two and went in opposite directions.


The deeper we got into the palace, the darker it became. Lights weren’t coming on like they had before.


She brought me to a room with low-lit windows that looked out into darkness. We were probably at the very back of the city, and there were no outside lights to illuminate the window.


Chapter 72 : The Curse Can't Be Broken