"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 sat bolt upright and reached for Sasha. Tears glistened on her cheeks in the moonlight. I touched her shoulder and she cringed away from me, sniffling and whimpering again.


“Sasha,” I whispered. “Wake up.”


She kept crying. I shook her and tightened my grip on her shoulder.


Her eyes snapped open and she gasped. Fresh tears pooled and she threw herself into my arms. I held her against my chest and stroked my fingers through her silky hair.


She sniffled and her lower lip quivered. “I had this strange dream. Lucas, it was so real.”


I rubbed her back, her slight form so warm and pliable against me. “Tell me what happened.”


I listened as she recounted her dream. I understood why her subconscious would conjure a dream like that. Sasha was missing her baby and needed hope that we’d get our bodies back.


She needed to think that someone out there was taking care of her baby and doing whatever they could to solve the problem.


Chapter 106 : Hope