"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."