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 couldn’t sit still. It was like every time I stopped moving, I was stabbed with pins and needles, pushing me into action again. It was agonizing, waiting around for our time to act. I had so many questions swimming in my head, and my amnesia made me constantly feel like the answers were just out of reach.


Sighing, I rubbed my hands on my thighs and paced my office.


“You look about as anxious as I feel,” Eva said, popping her head in.


“I know we all agreed to wait until after the Moon Ball, but it seems like years have gone by. I just want to see this through.”


Eva gave a humorless smile and nodded. “I know what you mean.”


“Oh, I’m sorry Eva. I can only imagine what this is like for you…” I went to her and pulled her into a hug.


“I’m not sure how to feel. For two years, I thought my sons were dead. Now I find them alive, and every fiber of my being is telling me to go to them.” She sighed and shook her head.


Chapter 112 : Our First Moon Ball