"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

I ended up riding the wheel well again on the way back to Leviss. Between the dust and the certain thudding injury to my tailbone, I was just glad I hadn’t pissed off the innkeeper in this timeline. If Sasha’s absence went on for more than a day, I didn’t want to have to sleep on the ground.


Still, I ignored the Moon Howl when I passed it, making determined tracks for the priestess’s home.


The old hag looked just the same when she opened the door in the setting sun, her wizened face pinched with displeasure as she eyed me on her doorstep.


“Forgive me, madam, but I was told you are a priestess?” I said politely, even though my memory of her reaching for my Sasha made me want to snap her twiggy little neck.


“I am,” the priestess grumbled. “What do you want?”


Chapter 23 : The Disappearing Act