"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

The soft, rhythmic sound of Eliza’s breathing woke me up. She was in a deep sleep, her body curled against mine. She felt so warm and cozy against me. I tightened my arms around her for a moment, basking in her warmth and the love I could feel radiating off of her.


I moved my hand to her stomach where our child was growing.


There was nothing I wouldn’t do to protect her and our baby.


Leaning in, I kissed Eliza’s forehead. I bent down and kissed her stomach.


She sighed and snuggled into the pillows.


Smiling, I gently pulled away from her, careful not to wake her. She needed all the rest she could get so our child grew healthy and strong.


I went to the kitchen and started preparing a hearty breakfast. Gemma had made me promise that I would feed Eliza well and make sure to keep her hydrated. No one, including me, wanted her to pass out again or push herself too much anymore.


Chapter 138: Dark Thoughts