Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Rosalie‘s POV The graceful elegance of the white and gold piano reminded me of the one my mother u sed to have. The thought was both painful and pleasant at the same time. It had been so long since I to uched any instruments. Until recently, I had forgotten that music used to be such an important and joyful part of my life. Thinking over the memory, I slid onto the golden stool and let my fingers brush over the keys. It only took me a few moments to get used to playing again, but once I did, I was totally immersed in the melody. It was like reuniting with a dear old friend with whom you could immediately reconnect emotionally, no matter how long it had been since you‘d seen each other. I may have been sold to a ruthless Alpha – but this was still my life.

The people here were not all awful or hurtful toward me. In fact, many of them cared for me, although I didn‘t understand what I had done to deserve their kindess, especially Estrella and Vicky. When I was free and left here, I would miss them.

And Alpha Ethan…

The most intimidating and gorgeous man I had ever met, my master. My eyes closed, and everything about him rose up in my mind. His slander and powerful fingers that brushed over my skin, h is deep voice that rang over my ear, his cold and musky scent that surrounded me, and his piercing an d clear blue eyes that locked on me…

The music slowed down. He was always distant and cold, and I could never understand what was in hi s mind. He probably would be the only man to touch me. But to him, was only a tool, a container. My heart filled with bitterness at this thought But none of those things would matter after ten months. My mind flew forward… ten months and a

pup, and after that, I would be free.

Subconsciously, I allowed the tune to flow from my throat. It had been so long since I sung any song, a nd the joy of singing was very much alive in me. My eyes closed, and I felt the sound of the music and t he lyrics I was singing deep inside my soul. Letting the tune flow with more emotion than I had shown i n a long time, a smile crossed my lips. Yes, I think, I am ready to be a breeder… … and to pursue my freedom. ***Ethan‘s POV

The smell of earth drew me in.

As I looked down, I saw the wet grass beneath my feet. The sky was dark, and something in the air sm elled off, but I didn‘t know what it was. I felt scared and alone in the darkness,

“Hello?” I called out softly.

“Ethan?” My father‘s voice slowly called to me from a distance. “Father?” I called out. “Father!” Racing towards the forest, I searched in the direction I heard his voice. His figure stood near the tree

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line, and a smile crept across my face. “Father!”

As his smiling face came further into view, I watched a shadow step from the darkness behind him. I wasn‘t sure what was happening, but before I could do anything I watched as the blade swept from behind him – cutting him down where he stood. “Nooo! Father!” I screamed. Then, I heard an angelic voice from far away.

It reminded me of the moon, and the peace I felt in my wolf. It was a celestial song I had never heard.

The owner of that voice had to be an angel.

I looked around… all those awful memories were fading away. It isn’t real, you‘re dreaming. Wake up, Ethan, wake up. My eyes snapped open, and I looked around my room. Rosalie. She was singing. Beautiful singing was what I heard, and it captivated my soul, waking up a part of me I longed for that had been destroyed. Talon hadn’t reported their music room visit last week, but I had happened to walk by. I remembered how the afternoon sun framed her with a golden glow, and how her hair was almost as bright as fire under the sunshine. She was wearing a simple white dress, which blended with the white piano as a whole, as if she was born to play it. Ever since that day, I heard Rosalie singing now and again in the Luna Suite. She probably thought no one could hear her. However, my alpha blood came with extremely sharp sen ses, and I had been able to. I would sit there listening, taking in in her words. I couldn‘t allow myself to f all down this road. The more her voice touched me, the harder it was for me to control myself. Talon was her caretaker, and he had to get a hold of her. I had to have her stop… Even if she soothed me in a way no one else could. 1 The last thing I needed was another distra ction. War was brewing, the longer we waited, and the stronger the forces of our enemies got, and the more danger we were in.

“Talon.” I mindlinked him.

“Yes, Alpha?” he replied immediately.

“Come over.”

Talon had to stop her singing. She had a job to do, and so did 1. Yes, she was pretty – and kind, I had been told – but it didn‘t change anything My mind was firm, and the sooner I could get her away from here, the better. I frowned as her

song continued. It was vague, like a gentle whisper in my ear. I could imagine she was sitting by the win could tell how she was feeling. Lonely but peaceful, sad but hopeful. Shouldn‘t a weak soul like her be fr

I had to admit, whatever she was singing, it was beautiful. “Alpha?” Talon opened the door and walked in much time did she have left in this world? I had more important things to worry about. “Talon, have you increased our patrols?” “Yes. I met with the security of the assaulted packs yesterday and sent reinforcements. Of course, it‘s

going to take some time for us to investigate fully. ‘ “That‘s good,” I replied, thinking over everything. “I want to make sure this is properly taken care of. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Make sure you send Rex up there to handle it all.” Sending Talon had been an option, but I didn‘t want anyone else to oversee Rosalie. She was in a delicate situation, and Rex was a good second choice for anything else that you need?” Talon looked at me with a bit of confusion. Normally I wouldn‘t call him at this hour without very a specific task. “No, I just wanted to be sure.” I took a sip of wa this wasn‘t like me. I blamed the damn nightmare. He hesitated for a moment. I frowned. “Do you have anything else to report?” Then his multicolored scarf caught my atte was a thank–you gift for being kind to her. Nothing more.” “Talon,” I said firmly, looking him in the eye. We grew up together, and we knew each other too well. He had something to say. “Spit it out, Beta. I don‘t have all night.” Finally, Talon said, “It‘s about Rosalie.