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 tossed and turned for an hour that night unable to banish my worries about the wolf in the forest, only to find my mind switching relentlessly to the memory of Noah’s close proximity and cavalier proposal in his study.


My wolf purred and buried my head in the pillow. I had made it through the rest of the day without giving the sensations Noah created in me another thought. He was just playing some game, and I knew better than to do anything other than ignore it.


But in the quiet of the night, I couldn’t ignore the brief images that his words produced, and I couldn’t deny the temptation was there. 


I jumped from the bed and stripped down with a shiver as I stepped into the chilled stream. Goosebumps erupted across my skin as the water chilled me to the bone. I scrubbed myself vigorously, as if I was trying to scrape off Noah's imprint.


By the time I emerged, I felt refreshed and renewed in my resolve. 


Chapter 3 : Cold. Cold. Cold Shower.