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 think we should get to know our enemies better,” I suggested.


“I’m not sure there’s going to be a lot of research information on a Lycaon splinter group.” Lucas sighed.


I shook my head. “We still don’t know how or why Stone got involved in all of this. He could be the link we need to figure it out.”


Lucas creased his brow. “Stone is imprisoned. You think he’s still dangerous?”


“I think we need more information about his involvement. Knowledge is power, Lucas.”


“Alright. I’ll set up an appointment at the Royal Archives. We can do our research there.”


We took Hunter with us to the Royal Archives. I wasn’t willing to risk leaving him with someone who wouldn’t be able to protect him or whom we couldn’t trust.


Fortunately, the Royal Archives were well protected by guards from the palace because some of the tomes there were rare and protected.


“Here are some volumes on family histories.” Lucas brought some musty old books to the desk in the back.


Chapter 137 : Paranoia