Owned by the Rogue Twin Alpha's (A Breeder for the King)

a

me to get you re

er appearance, I guessed she was some sort of housekeeper. Her dark gray uniform was neat but plain, her hair tightly pinned into a bun. She l

ight of her made

y they brought me here, but the reality of it closing in on me was almost unbearable. My chest ti

tter, and some strange vegetable side dish I couldn't even name. It was delicious, almost suspiciously so, but instead of co

ne drained all

terr

"get me ready." Ready for what? Like I didn't already know. Like we were in so

ly to my feet. "What

me, she chose

muttered un

he said, her expression was

will do," I

e dismissed me again, prete

we reached the bathroom. The air was already warm and scented with lavender. A steaming

clothes and step in, m

away the tension in my body. When she began washing me, I nearly melted. I had never, in my life, been washed by another person. Her hands were gentle, movi

a prize to be cleaned and polished, then I migh

ack to the vanity. She brushed my hair, curling it into soft waves, and then appli

back was almost unrecognizable. My skin glowed, my eyes sparkled bri

this before. Never felt like this before. But I blinked quickly, ref

d softly. It was the most human thing she

bad I'm dressed to be bred instead

k without a word, but I caught the flicker of pity

d me with what sh

. White lace, delicate yet far too r

e Alpha's

ast provide me with a dress? Something dignified? Instead, he wanted me

rv

g. When I finally put it on, the lace dug into my skin, the cups pushing my breasts upward in an a

ade my breath hitch. I looked like a stranger-a sultry vixen in

burning my cheeks. My heart thumped wildly. I wa

on to take you to the Alp

ed, surprised, and I chewed my l

ore me again. But then her eyes softe

n she w

it matter if I told the Alpha this was my first time? Probably not. F

d again, and I

ta. I'll be taking y

d've been exactly my type. Someone I could've fallen for. Someone I cou

d, forcing the words out p

d against the cold floor, my anxiety mounting with every step. W

said simply, the

bbled. My c

red under my breath, a prayer slippin

d open

ga

covered in crimson silk. It looked like a honeymoon suite,

he silence. "If you think this is some kind of romantic

king through my fear. "Considering you bought me and kept me here against my

me. They swept over him

candlelight. His body looked like it had been sculpted by the gods. And I hated it. Hated that even now, my body reac

at me and stri

What is wro

my throat. Not enough to choke, but enough to

repeating myse

bare before him. His eyes scanned me slowly, his expression unreada

on th

n the silk sheets. My heart hammered

looming over mine, his weight pr

to you," he said flatly. "D

oat we

d gripping himself as he pressed against me. No

abruptly. His eyes flicked u

hrough me as I

. Fury. His eyes darkened to

t," he

ghtened. "W

out!" His voice thund

xploded

with all the stren