Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

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!!”

was barely strong enough to stand, and

even

hoping to find someone

hand landed on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Vicky had

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

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

eyes lowered for a moment. She turned to the doctor as if she was

as she exchanged a look with Vicky. She stated professionally, “Alpha, please allow me to interrupt. There are still

voice even more, her eyes casting

can see right now, Miss Rosalie is malnourished, sleep deprived, and suffering from extensive abuse. Some of the internal wounds look old

widened my eyes.

bruises are

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

continued, but I could

so foreign to me were

were willing to pay that much money—no wonder they chose me. The child

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

“Vicky, that’s enough!”

brought me back to my

the Alpha, who

was a condensed anger

become

at all, but a protection for

the edge of the hospital bed and tried to drag my weakened legs to my feet. I couldn’t stand by and watch Vicky incur this man’s wrath because she was trying to defend

deep breath, I

pay my father’s debt. I swear, I will

draw the man’s attention away from

the devil looked

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

Rosalie! I had to be strong! I had

though I had to brace myself on the edge of the bed to stand, even though his razor-sharp gaze made my heart palpitate, I gritted my

“I will work day and night, I will do the hardest things, whether it takes a year, two years, or even ten

One second, two seconds…

gaze