Alice Knightsky

"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

Brady finally convinced me to go get a cup of coffee with him. We’d been there two days straight, Brady not leaving my side, me not leaving the other Sasha’s. Brady also told me I stank, so I hit the other Sasha’s hospital shower after sharing a quiet coffee with Brady, both of us looking down at the unconscious Sasha.


When I opened the shower door, steam rolled out, but cleared quickly to reveal a number of doctors and Brady crowded around this Sasha’s bed.


“She’s awake,” one of the doctors told me, making way for me to go to the bedside.


“She and the baby are stable,” another doctor said happily as I sat down next to Sasha.


Her eyes were wide and shocked, but I felt no bond with her. My heart plummeted.  


Her eyes fell on me and curiously searched my face. “You aren’t my Lucas, are you?”


I gave her a warm smile, one that Brady echoed, and gently took one of her hands in mine.


Chapter 115 : The Slithering Dark