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 tossed some pasta in a pot of boiling water and stirred. There was a nice sauce simmering on the back burner and vegetables roasting in the oven. The entire mansion filled with the aroma of the meal.


I folded cloth napkins on the table and set out freshly grated parmesan cheese and a salad with a couple of dressing options.


As I lit the candles, I paused, the match burning low. It felt strange setting this dinner up for someone who wasn’t my mate. I kept telling myself that it was for the good of the baby.


If I didn’t convince Sasha to stay, I might never see my baby again. Not just because she could decide to run off, but traveling between the realms with a baby on board was risky. I hoped I could appeal to her maternal instincts, if she had them.


Sasha returned from her job and I greeted her at the door, taking her bag and her coat.


“It smells delicious in here,” she commented, smiling lightly at me.


Chapter 119 : A Fine Line