"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

Sasha still looked stunned as I brought her back to where Morianne and I first met. She kept glancing back at the venue.


I nodded. “You have a lot of power. I don’t even know what you’re capable of.”


I nodded again. She hadn’t taken her hand from mine since we left the venue. I took that as a good sign.


“How do you know more about me than I know about myself? You said you’d explain everything.”


Sasha stopped suddenly and pulled me up short. Sighing, I turned to face her. She gave me a hard look, crossing her arms.


“Tell me now. Ever since you showed up in my life, it has all turned upside down. I deserve to know why.”


We hadn’t made it to the place where I was supposed to bring Sasha, per Morianne’s instructions. If I wanted to fully gain Sasha’s trust again, I needed to make time for this because it was important to her.


Chapter 72 : In Morianne's Clutches