"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

“Are you ready to embrace the teachings of Lycaon?” A new face beamed at me, a young woman holding pamphlets and a thick Book of Lycaon.


Clammy goosebumps rose all over my skin and discomfort twisted in my stomach, right where my baby should have been. “Um… still deciding.”


The young woman foisted the pamphlets and book on me, her acolyte robes swaying gently as she leaned in close.


It took everything in me not to jerk back.


“Lycaon is the One and the Way,” she whispered, as though sharing some juicy secret with me. “Following him is the only way for us to reclaim the Dark Realm.”


“That sounds… lovely…” I wheezed, forcing a smile.


She gave me a supremely serene smile of her own, the kind that could only touch the lips of those blinded by faith. The Lycaon Church preyed on the vulnerable, I realized, those looking for easy answers. I had to tread carefully.


Chapter 110 : Surveying the Cult