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 took a spin through the Great Hall as my parents decorated for the upcoming birthday party. My mom was ordering people around. They hung moon decorations on the walls and over the windows. Silver curtains were put over the windows and string lights were strung back and forth from one wall to the other.


“Ayla, what are you doing here?” my mom asked.


She put her hands on her hips and shook her head. “Go get your sister. Your Aunt Eva will be here soon with your dresses.”


“No, Ayla, go. We still have a lot to do here before the Great Hall is ready. The party starts in a couple of hours.” She pointed sternly toward the double doors.


I shuffled out of the Great Hall just as some workers came in carrying a soda fountain. Behind them, more workers came through with tables and covered dishes. It smelled amazing as steam wafted off the covered plates, tickling my nose.


Chapter 154 : Sweet Sixteen