"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

A pothole almost unseated me as my chauffeur, Ian, navigated us back toward my mansion on a hill from our stop at the post office.


“Ian, a little slower, please?” I said with a wince, pretty sure that last one was going to bruise my ass.


Not that it would be the only bruise on my body. I reached up and touched my cheek once more.


She packed a lot more of a punch now than I remembered her having as a kid, but she was still as feisty as ever.


A smile tugged at my lips, but I quickly covered it with a cough as Ian peered at me in the rearview mirror.


Mirrors were going to be the death of me.


Chapter 2 : Rejected