"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."

I gazed at my little family fondly as we arrived at the festival. Ayla and Selene were dressed in matching purple dresses with tiny silver-colored stars on them. Their wavy light brown hair, which was so much like Daphne’s, was pinned back away from their round faces with dainty bows. 


I thought that we were just slightly overdressed, but Daphne pointed out that this was a momentous occasion so we should dress nicely. She did make it a point to put our daughters in lightweight dresses that would allow them to play and toddle more comfortably. 


I smiled at my wife and put an arm around her waist. She was stunning in her deep blue dress that flowed out from her waist. Her long light brown hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, which I tugged on teasingly throughout the day. 


Chapter 1183 - Chapter 94 : Wishes Beneath the Surface