"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

Taking it easy was easier said than done with the harvests and the Moon Ball approaching. My mother kept a close watch on me, though, and wouldn’t let me help too much. I was limited to tasks that I could perform while sitting down.


I sat at a table folding napkins neatly around silverware, making them neat little packages. The napkins added quite a decorative flourish.


I looked up as several of the older kids, in their mid-teens, came running up to me where I sat.


They smiled at me and looked at me with bright, gleaming eyes.


“Is it true that you went to the Dark Realm?”


“Yes, it is true.” I laughed and continued folding the napkins.


My hands were starting to cramp up from the repetitive folding.


“Are you mated to the Dark King’s brother?” another asked.


I giggled and nodded. “You guys seem to know a lot about me.”


“We want to know everything you did in the Dark Realm.”


Chapter 133: So Much to Be Grateful For