Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel 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!!”

The weak state I was in didn’t help me to escape. I was barely strong enough to stand, and because of that, my legs buckled beneath me, and I collapsed to the floor.

I couldn’t even save myself!

I 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 knew it was impossible.

A hand landed on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Vicky had walked up to me silently.

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

She whispered, “She needs time, Alpha. She has already suffered 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 moment…”

She did not dare to look at the alpha too long, her bright eyes lowered for a moment. She turned to the doctor as if she was seeking support.

Estrella sighed as she exchanged a look with Vicky. She stated professionally, “Alpha, please allow me to interrupt. There are still some tests I am waiting to come back….”

She lowered her voice even more, her eyes casting a glance towards me briefly as she spoke.

“However, from what I can see right now, Miss Rosalie is malnourished, sleep deprived, and suffering from extensive abuse. Some of the internal wounds look old and repetitive. Therefore, please allow me some time to get her healthy enough to conceive.”

I widened my eyes. Conceive…

“Yeah, the bruises are everywhere….” Vicky added.

“In my professional opinion, Alpha… I believe Miss Rosalie needs some time to heal from her wounds. I would hate to see something happen to her or the child if she doesn’t heal properly.”

Vicky and Estrella’s words continued, but I could no longer hear them clearly.

Conceive… pregnant… child… All the words that were so foreign to me were now repeatedly reminding me what being a breeder meant.

No wonder they were willing to pay that much money—no wonder they chose me. The child destined to be the ne

xt Alpha of the 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… except my own father.

“Vicky, that’s enough!”

Talon’s sudden low, rebuke brought me back to my senses.