"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

We sent Archer off with a hastily drafted letter to the Alpha King. It wasn’t much, but it seemed to make Eliza happy and it meant I wasn’t being completely neglectful.


Eliza was right–the royal family was technically my family. But it didn’t mean I was going to turn my back on Eliza and the curse that infected her.


Whenever I saw the tattoo on her arm, my own shadow stirred uncomfortably close to the surface. I’d never let that same curse claim her too.


We went back to the temple, where the Saboreef Alpha was still sorting through all his scrolls and tomes.


“I need to know something,” I said, walking straight up to him.


He nodded slowly. “What can I help you with?”


“We’ve heard rumors of a Saboreef witch that became a pack Luna. I need to know her name and where to find her.”


“Need?” the elder asked, arching an eyebrow.


I crossed my arms. “Yes, she could help in breaking the curse.”


Chapter 80 : The Time We Have