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

The poison worked quicker on the Crimson Princess than I’d thought it would. Within seconds of drinking, she got woozy and tumbled to the ground. I thanked the Goddess for the luck she showed me that night in buying the cheaper poison. 


As I bent down to get a better look at her, I reminded myself that while, yes, she seemed like a sweet girl just concerned about her little brother, she was a means to an end. She was the daughter of the ones who had taken my little sister Eva away from me. 


She was the daughter of the enemy. I watched her lay unconscious, sprawled out on the ground. The moonlight accentuated her freckles and highlighted the waves in her chestnut hair.  


I  dragged her through the tunnel of shrubbery into a secluded area as quickly as my strength would allow. Although she was not particularly heavy, I knew her beacon of a red dress scraping against the ground would attract any passerby, nosy or casual. 


Chapter 2 : The Crimson Princess