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

I clawed my way through Lycaon church members, who had begun to fight again, ripping out throats and crunching bones between my jaws. It was a shame, really, fighting those who weren’t really fighters. But they weren’t laying down arms, either.


The vortex created by the broken staff had disappeared, along with my Sasha.


A Lycaon leaped onto my back and got a mouthful of my shoulder and I howled, though whether it was from the pain of the wound or the agony of losing Sasha, I wasn’t sure. I threw the Lycaon off into the waiting claws of a Royal Guard warrior and continued to mow my way forward.


Then there was a bright light, and the Lycaons around me screamed and abruptly shifted back to human form, clutching their heads.


I turned my head and saw that the other Sasha was up on her feet, hand outstretched. Clearly, she’d cast some sort of magic.


This was my opportunity. I could go see what the hell had happened with the staff and–


Chapter 114 : The Vortex