I would live in this moment forever. I’d have this one taste of love to hold fast to as the years ticked by. I’d shelter it, keep it tucked away, a memory for my eyes only. He kissed my neck, then my mouth, sucking on my lower lip until I finally cried out and threw my head back in ecstasy. “Xander,” I said, fighting against his grip. “Xander, wait–” Submit, I thought. “Lena,” he said, his voice edged with a nearly inaudible frustration. “You’re mine. I’m yours. Whatever happens next,” he breathed, kissing me deeply before continuing, “this will be for us. A tether. A thread to keep us grounded to each other.” He was going to mark me. I could feel it in my soul. * All I ever wanted was a chance to be normal, to finish my studies and live a quiet life where I’d never have to think about my past. But Xander changed everything, and once he walked into my life, I could never go back. Neither of us could control the destiny we could never avoid…a destiny that would change the world forever.
"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."
Prince Theo, the most handsome and powerful man in the country, was feared by all. Bloodthirsty and cruel, it was said that no one could ever survive him. The day I was summoned to be a part of his consort, I was determined to escape from his clutches. Eighty women vied for his attention, most of whom competed to be his wife and bear his heir, while I did my best to blend into the background. But fate had another plan for me. *** He moved in closer, his muscular frame enveloping me as my body trembled. “I want you, Ciana,” he said in a husky voice. “You will be the mother of my child.” His strong hand caressed my arm and his warm breath blew against my neck as he whispered, “I know you feel it, too.” My heart screamed, “Yes.” But as he leaned forward to find my lips, all I could breathe out was, “No.”
—A la cama —ordenó mi nuevo amo: El Alfa de Drogomor. Caminé hacia la cama, desnuda, avergonzada y al borde de las lágrimas. Estaba a punto de perder mi virginidad, pero no significaba nada para el hombre que iba a tomarla. *** Soy Rosalie, 20 años. Mi padre me vendió al Alfa más aterrador. —Para mí, no eres más que una criadora —dijo con crueldad. Hacía tiempo que sabía que mi amor por él era inútil. Sin embargo, fui ingenua al pensar que ese era el final de la historia. Cuando nacía el bebé, me matarían. *** Todos pensaban que había muerto, pero sobreviví. —¡Eres tú! —exclamó. Agarró mi mano y sus ojos se llenaron de incomprensibles emociones—: Vuelve a mí, Rosalie... —Lo siento —lo miré con calma—: Creo que te estás equivocando de persona...
A new generation. A new breeder. A whole new set of problems…. He took his time, moving against the wetness between my legs, his fingers gripping my hips as he took me, gently at first, then harder and hungrier as he pushed me toward the edge, the sharp fullness giving way to pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Whatever this was wasn’t just business. This was heat. Need. A deeply rooted longing that threatened to shatter my carefully crafted life. No, this was more than business. He was more than a breeder. And I would never be the same. *** I’m Maeve, the next White Queen. But before I can ascend the throne currently held by my mother, Rosalie, I must produce an heir for the Drogomor line. But I’m not a breeder. I need a breeder. It should be a simple process, right?
"Di tempat tidur," Tuan baruku, Pria Alfa Drogomor, memerintah. Aku berjalan menuju tempat tidur, telanjang, malu, dan penuh air mata. Tidak lama lagi aku akan kehilangan keperawananku, tapi itu semua tidak berarti apapun bagi pria yang akan mengambilnya di hadapanku sekarang. *** Namaku Rosalie, 20 tahun, dijual oleh ayahku sendiri kepada pria alfa yang paling mengerikan. "Bagiku kamu tidak berarti apapun kecuali alat untuk menghasilkan keturunan." kata pria itu padaku dengan kejam. Aku sudah tahu bahwa rasa cintaku padanya hanyalah sebuah kebodohan tanpa harapan. Namun, aku sangat naif karena mengira bahwa itu adalah akhir kisah cintaku. Ketika bayi itu telah lahir, aku akan dihukum mati. *** Orang-orang mengira aku telah mati, namun aku selamat. "Ini benar kamu!" Dia menarik tanganku, matanya penuh dengan emosi yang tak dapat kujelaskan, "Kembalilah padaku, Rosalie." "Maaf." Aku menatapnya dengan tenang, "tapi sepertinya kamu salah orang."
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