Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 6

My father lied to me. I wasn’t sold as a maid. How naive I was to believe what he said?

A BREEDER!

What does being a breeder even mean? Carrying a child…? No… no…

No matter how difficult my life had become, no matter how desperate I was, I had always still prayed that one day I could find my mate. Someone would take me away, save me, and love me. This was my only and my last hope in this life.

And they took it away.

Why did they have to be so cruel to me?

“No.. please,” I begged, not sure of what else to say or do. “I can work hard. I will pay back all the money you gave him. Just, please… Anything but a breeder.”

The man sat there quietly, watching me. He didn’t say a word, but his gaze grew colder.

The narrowing of his eyes in that moment showed that he did not appreciate my outburst. I knew without a doubt that the powerful hand he had could clamp around my throat and kill me easily..

Every part of me knew the wise thing to do was to stop talking and back away from this dangerous creature, but I just had to do something. Anything to save my virtue.

“I just… I can’t… I have to save myself for my mate. Please…” I begged him.

I would work off any debt he wanted me to pay, but I couldn’t sell my body to him. It was sacred. It was the last hope I had after getting out of here.

The white light in the ward seemed to be blindingly bright and cold. I looked around the room with my heart racing; they were all standing there so quietly watching me.

No one seemed to hear my begging. No one moved or said anything.

How could I forget—these were not gentle souls around me. They were heartless Drogomors, and the only one they were loyal to was their Alpha.

Fear ran through me, and panic set in.

I couldn’t stay here. I had to get out, now!

Quickly I tried to move myself off the bed, my feet hitting the floor. I tried to run, but guards quickly grabbed hold of me, and a scream ripped through my throat I hadn’t heard in a long time.

“Noooo! Let me go!!”

in didn’t help me to escape. I was barely strong enough to stand, and because of that, my legs

couldn’t even

couldn’t stop my tears that fell as I looked around the room, aimlessly hoping to find someone that would help me, even though I

my shoulder. I turned around and saw Vicky had walked up

tried to help me to stand up, but her eyes were looking ahead in the direction where

too much today—any more stimulation will lead to a mental breakdown. Besides, you’ve seen her condition. Due to her long-term abuse, she physically can’t bear the burden of being a breeder right this

too long, her bright eyes lowered

professionally, “Alpha, please allow me to interrupt. There are still some tests

more, her eyes casting a glance towards me briefly as she

deprived, and suffering from extensive abuse. Some of the internal wounds look old and repetitive.

widened my eyes.

are

opinion, Alpha… I believe Miss Rosalie needs some time to heal from her wounds. I would hate to see something happen to

words continued, but I could

words that were so foreign to me were now repeatedly reminding me what being a breeder

much money—no wonder they chose me. The child destined to

Drogomor pack needed to have the most powerful combination of bloodlines—ideally Alpha blood from both of his parents. But a breeder was just a tool—used once, and then thrown away. No Alphas would allow their beloved daughter to be treated that way…

“Vicky, that’s enough!”

rebuke brought me back to my

saw that the Alpha, who had been expressionless, had

condensed anger on his

in the ward had become tense, like

all, but a protection

bed and tried to drag my weakened legs to my

breath, I tried to

can pay my father’s debt.

draw the man’s attention away from

the devil looked at

the cold light in his eyes made me shiver. If my legs weren’t so sore and weak, I wouldn’t even be able

escape, Rosalie! I had to be strong! I had

to stand, even though his razor-sharp gaze made my heart palpitate, I gritted my teeth and straightened my back, using all my

voice was weak, but my tone was firm. “I will work day and night, I will do the hardest things, whether it takes a year, two years, or even ten years. Please，just tell

One second, two seconds…

his gaze

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