"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

Laughter and clinking glasses filled the stale-smelling bar. It was a bottom-of-the-barrel establishment where the beer was cheap, the snacks stale, and bar fights broke out a couple of times a night.


And yet, I saw someone very out of place sitting at the bar.


She had curvaceous hips and long legs dangling off the barstool. She wore a short, skin-tight dress, showing off her incredible legs and every curve of her body.


Long, ripping hair flowed down her back like a waterfall. She tossed her hair and I caught her mouthwatering, tangy scent.


I went to the bar and slid onto the stool beside her. She sat straight, regal, and elegant. She definitely didn’t belong in a place like this.


Her thick eyelashes batted over blue eyes and her plush lips parted as she sipped her drink.


“You don’t look like you belong here,” I said, tapping the bar for a drink.


The bartender nodded to me and slid me a beer.


Chapter 82 : My Mate