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

My stomach rumbled. I hadn’t eaten much more than a few sandwiches and drank little more than a few glasses of water since I’d been in this nasty place. I had memorized every nook and cranny, every inch, and still had not found a way out other than the door. That door only let in my food and water source and little else. 


Since there was no window, there was no way to tell how many nights or days had passed since my arrival. At first, the sounds bumping around behind the bedroom door frightened me, but after some time had passed, I used it as a way to gauge the routine of the place. It was erratic and chaotic with a lot of noise, but I gathered that more than one person frequented this place by the multiple voices I heard. 


Chapter 4 : Dirty Shower