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

For a few, long moments, I couldn’t speak. My fear kept me silent. Their collective body odor and sleep breath permeated the small house. It felt like a choking grip in that small space, and I wanted to cough again as my roughened throat from earlier was getting agitated again from breathing in the awful stench. 


“I thought this place was abandoned,” I admitted, though I probably just should have kept quiet to not antagonize them into hurting me. 


“We like it that way,” said a voice that I couldn’t see. 


I assumed it was one of those lying in bed since the voice seemed muffled by a pillow or blanket. There was a resounding, collective laugh after that. I wasn’t sure whether to join in or remain quiet, but my locked jaw made the decision for me to stay silent. 


The tall one standing moved closer to me. His massive body forced the boards below him to creak and groan under his weight. My eyes darted to the floor the closer he got. 


Chapter 10 : My Enemy, My Hero