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 was forced out of my lungs as Rion pressed me up against the wall. My arm hurt from him bending it. The joint where my shoulder and upper arm connected burned stronger the longer he gripped it. 


His whole torso shoved into me, pressing me flat against the wall. I struggled, but with his strength, it felt pointless. All of the comfort I received from the shower was torn away from me at that moment. 


His hot breath puffed from behind the protective wall of my damp hair and onto my neck. It was a forceful breath, like a ragged animal. It was hostile and mean. It made me want to cry, despite how much I didn’t want to. 


How was this even happening? One moment I was with my little brother and in the next I was trapped in this freak’s apartment. I hoped like hell he wouldn’t try anything nasty. I didn’t want to think about what he might do to me. I just wanted to get out of there, but I knew running away would only make things worse. 


Chapter 6 : The Pillowcase