Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 8

**Rosalie POV**

A few days had gone by since I had been brought to my room.

The first moment I stepped into it, I was in utter shock over how beautiful it was, and the fact that he was asking me to stay here.

Well… he wasn’t really asking me himself. In fact, I had not seen him since the day he left the hospital.

It was a sunny day, and the clear blue sky was lovely. It reminded me of that pair of dangerous yet captivating eyes of his.

The cold-hearted Alpha of Drogomor, Ethan… and my master.

It had been two weeks since I last saw him. A part of me longed with curiosity to see him again, but yet… I was also terrified.

Shaking my head, I tried to brush off the thoughts about him. I should have been happy that I didn’t have to face that scary man.

“Rosalie!”

Knocking at the door drew my attention. As I stood from the small chaise in the room, I watched Vicky enter.

“Good morning! I just wanted to make sure they brought your breakfast already.”

She saw the almost-still-full plate, and sat down next to me.

“Did you not like toast? I can ask them to bring something else.”

She was worried about me, I could tell. Not because I was the breeder, but because she truly treated me as her friend.

“Vicky, the toast was tasty.” I gave her a smile. “Thank you for making it for me. I just didn’t have a large appetite… Sorry!”

I was still hesitant about a lot in this place, but at least I had Vicky and Estrella, who didn’t make me feel so afraid anymore.

“You gotta stop saying ‘sorry’, miss!”

She raised her voice intentionally, and pretended to be scolding me. Then a big smile appeared on her face. Vicky always had a lovely way to cheer me up.

“Okay, Vicky! Thank you, really.”

I could not be more grateful for what she had done for me.

“Oh, Talon will actually be by soon to fetch you. Not sure why, but he said just to let you know he was coming. ”

I nodded. Talon had been checking on me almost every day, and I had gotten used to his visits. He normally stayed far enough away for me to feel comfortable. It was hard to believe that the second-in-command of the Drogomor pack was a well-mannered gentleman.

“Here, I brought you some new clothes! Try them on for me!”

Vicky was excited for dress-up, apparently, but I was a bit confused and curious now.

When Talon came to visit, he didn’t need to notify me ahead of time. I was always in my room.

So why did Vicky come to dress me up… unless they wanted me to meet with someone…?

…Ethan?

about Ethan made my heart skip a beat. The touch of his finger, his

I was under his scrutiny—like a prey being

know it isn’t my place, Rosalie… But being a breeder isn’t necessarily a bad thing. You will be giving life to the next Alpha of

still

Vicky was just trying to make me feel better, but it didn’t help.

finished changing into a simple dress. It was comfortable, yet it fit me

about

I watched as she gave me a reassuring

longer I waited, the more my nerves got

the beautiful view of the outside world from my window. Pack Drogomor was located at the edge of the forest. The vast green surrounding us would bring

day I could run

“Rosalie…”

my breath hitch. Slowly turning around I saw him standing in the

“Are you ready?”

I didn’t know what was happening, so how

My feet

was bought by the Drogomor pack, but, so far, they hadn’t done anything but nurse me back to health. Estrella and Vicky tried their best to make me feel at home, and even Talon, stern as he was, had been respecting me and giving me as much personal space

white wooden doors. As he pulled the door open, I came face to

My father.

took me a few seconds to realize that I wasn’t dreaming. It had only been two weeks,

about selling me?

“Father…”

stood there. It was the least I had expected, and I didn’t know what else to say

“Rosalie…”

than I had ever seen him. Yet behind his eyes was something

tell me that he missed me, not to ask me whether I wanted to go home… He only wanted to know whether I had done enough to please

Rosalie, wake up. Your

vanished

the past two weeks, I had been combing through my memories of my life since my mother passed away. I had started to accept

into believing that he still wanted me back,

even though I so wished to believe the lie— reality always brought

tried to take care of for years. I always told myself that it was all the alcohol’s

his eyes, there wasn’t sorrow or sadness. Only frustration and anger just like

most likely would have received some beating before

“You told me I was to be

so tired of being lied to. I just

are to be what he wants you to be!” my father yelled at me,

I saw how

expression quickly changed, he softened his

wants a breeder, and I must have got things mixed up…” my

what felt like the first time in years, I

he added unwillingly, glancing over

and anger coursed through

I didn’t have a say in anything, and yet here he was trying to

I whispered, my eyes full of tears.

“Rosalie… Please.”

his knees in front of me, begging

action surprised and terrified me. I took a step

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