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

I slammed the door behind me. Part of me regretted making her the bologna sandwich. It wasn’t that I couldn’t afford to spare one, but with what was coming to her, was it even worth giving to her? A gesture of kindness before the ax chop didn’t sound logical or kind to me. I tried to push down the little bit of guilt this whole situation put me through. 


I reminded myself over and over under my breath, “It’s for Eva. This is what we do for Eva.”


I locked the bedroom door and walked out to the kitchen to make myself some dinner. It had been such a long day, but the night was still young and the job was far from over. There was one more thing I needed to do that night, and I dreaded it. 


 I texted Jasper, my friend and bodyguard, while my dinner was heating up in the microwave. 


Chapter 3 : Meeting with Witches