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 breath came out in ragged pants as I willed my legs to move faster and faster. My pulse roared in my ears as I tried to listen to the sounds of forest animals. 


I had no idea where I was going, but I knew I wasn’t returning to him or his gang. I tripped on a root but used my second foot to anchor myself and not fall before I took off running again. 


Once again, I adjusted and forced myself to run faster. 


I ran between two trees and got caught in a bramble bush. 


“Ow,” I cried as thorns stuck onto my cargo jeans. The spines and needles sticking out of the plants drove into my jeans and pierced my legs as I struggled through the brush. 


“Goddess… mother help me….” I cried. 


The brush made a racket of snapping branches and rustling leaves as I fought my way out of the thick bush, knowing the scrapes were tearing and probably bleeding. 


Chapter 9 : A Wild Rogue