"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

Ever since she snuck back into the bedroom in the middle of the night, I knew she was trying to hide something from me. I didn’t call her out on it because there was a look of desperation in her eyes.


Instead, I had Ian follow her. I know, not the best boyfriend move, but I wanted to make sure she was safe.


“She’s been visiting the Lycaon Church, regularly,” I told Brady over lunch at a nearby café.


“So, she thinks that the church is hiding Morianne and that Morianne is our best bet at getting our bodies and our child back.”


Brady frowned. I couldn’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses, but I knew they were disapproving.


“Lucas, you haven’t been tailing her, have you?”


“What if I have? She’s been lying to me.”


“And your solution is to follow her around like some creep?”


I scoffed and shook my head. “I’m not the one who’s following her.”


“Okay, so you got someone else to follow her. That’s a whole new level of weird.”


Chapter 111 : What Are You Doing Here