"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

Traveling from Saboreef to the capital of Erogen took a week.


That was a week of roughing it on lumpy, rocky ground. No matter where we put the tent, I always ended up with a root or something sharp poking into me.


Jared was there, serving as a comfy pillow that helped with the worst of the discomfort.


Even though we’d had a nice break from crummy camping food while we stayed in Saboreef, I was definitely ready to eat some real, well-cooked meals after that long, long week on the road. If I could get meals cooked by someone else, professionally, that would be even better.


I wasn’t completely expecting that, given the massive storm that had nearly flattened the village we were in.


For our entire trip to the capital, the skies were clear.


One morning, while Jared cleaned up the campsite and I made sure the fire was out, I kept glancing at the clouds in the sky.


“Eliza, what are you looking for?” Jared asked.


Chapter 81 : Don't Be Seen