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 woke up to the door closing as Lucas left early for work again. I’d seen him a few times in passing over the past few weeks, and it was hardly enough to say “good morning,” and “goodnight.”


He’d give Hunter and me a kiss when he was leaving and exchange a few words before passing out at night. I felt like we didn’t even have a relationship anymore. He was off running around but I had no idea what he was doing. He barely had time to update me on the project.


I was busy with my own restoration project, but not like Lucas. It didn’t keep my mind off of how much I missed him.


“How are you feeling?” Lena asked. She came by daily to help paint the walls of the wing we were restoring. I supposed even a queen needed something to keep her busy. 


“About the project?” I asked, running a paint roller up the wall.


“Oh.” I sighed and dropped my paint roller in the tray. Small droplets splattered over the dropcloth. “I still barely see him.”


Chapter 142 : Borrowed Power