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

A whirlwind of questions about that night occupied my mind even as I made my way to Valoria and the Drogomor Pack a few days later. 


I knew that if he was my mate, he wouldn’t have felt the mate bond and had no clue. But why had I woken up alone in my room instead of next to him in the forest? What happened to him, and why couldn’t I remember how I got back to my room?


I took a deep breath, gathering my resolve as my car wound up the long, tree-lined driveway toward the grand mansion of the Drogomor pack.


I reminded myself that this meeting would be the biggest opportunity of my career.


I parked and approached the intricately carved front doors, which swung open as I ascended the steps. 


A tall man in a crisp suit greeted me with a polite smile. He had an air of confidence, though was quite relaxed. There was minimal scarring on his fair skin, and his brown hair was slicked back stylishly. 


Chapter 2 : The Future Alpha of Drogomor