"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

As bodies dropped around her, Hestia stood taller and stronger. She sneered, taking a step toward me. I noticed how her legs still trembled as she walked.


Even with all the new energy she’d sucked out, she was weaker than I thought, too weak to be a real threat.


I leaped at Hestia, tackling her at the waist and knocking her down.


“Get off of me!” she groaned, rolling back and forth.


“I’m not going to let you hurt anyone else.”


Hestia thrust her arms into my chest. Her magic knocked me back.


I landed hard on my back against the stone, sharp pain shooting through my back and my spine. For a moment, I lay perfectly still, trying to let the pain subside.


Hestia’s body might have been weak, but she still had some magic. Was that what she was sucking energy up for, to do magic?


Hestia was partially hunched over. She looked pale and wrinkled again. One spell had taken a lot out of her. I could work that to my advantage.


Chapter 118: Battle for the Stone Circle