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 feelings surrounding the young woman I held at knifepoint that night left me more conflicted with myself than anyone I had ever met. As I’d pressed the Crimson Princess up against the wall with a knife to her throat, I had half a mind to murder her. 


She had the audacity to strike and wound me, then take off and run like a coward. 


There would be hell to pay for that. I wanted her to feel the scourge of my anger and to do so much to her that she would never even consider running away ever again. I wanted her to suffer retribution for it by my hands. 


But when I heard her screams, new feelings about her blossomed that were much more tender, a total stranger to those I’d previously had. These new feelings compelled me to be a powerful shield, a hedge of safety for her that she could run and collapse into. I wanted nothing other than to save and protect her at all costs. 


Chapter 11 : Conflicting Emotions