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

“He’s so precious!” Sasha cooed at our baby, Evan, as Brady and I arrived at the baby shower. Sasha leaned over, making ‘gimme, gimme’ motions at Evan.


I laughed and gently handed Evan over to Sasha. Evan looked up at her with his big black eyes, utterly fascinated. Little fangs flashed as he gurgled, and Sasha awed and ran a hand over his wispy black hair.


Adding to that his alabaster fair skin, Brady and I both knew our little Evan was going to be a heartbreaker one day.


Around us, balloons and streamers and paper signs of, “It’s a Boy!” popped out from all over. A table in the next room was so laden with presents that I was surprised it didn’t crack. Sasha had really put a lot of effort into this, and it made me feel all mushy inside about our close friendship.


Chapter 149 : Phoebe’s and Brady’s Baby Shower