A new generation. A new breeder. A whole new set of problems….
***
His unique eyes pierced through the dark as they met mine, and I felt electricity pulse between us. I could deny my attraction to him all I wanted, but I knew in my heart that he was my heat and my need.

As he motioned for me to lay down on the bed, I bit my bottom lip and felt a tingle of excitement shoot down my spine—he wasn’t just here to do a job. He was here for me.

No, this was more than business. He was more than a breeder. And I would never be the same.

***
I’m Maeve, the next White Queen. But before I can ascend the throne currently held by my mother, Rosalie, I must produce an heir for the Drogomor line.

I’m not a breeder. I need a breeder.

It should be a simple process, right?

"On the bed." My new master, Alpha of Drogomor, commanded.
I walked toward the bed, naked, ashamed, and full of tears.
I was about to lose my virginity, but it meant nothing to the man who was going to take it.
***
I am Rosalie, 20 years old, sold to the most terrifying alpha by my own father.
"You're nothing to me but a breeder." he said to me cruelly.
I had long known that my love for him was hopeless and foolish. However, I was too naïve to think that was the end of the story.
Once the baby is born, I will be put to death.
***
People thought I was dead, but I survived.
"It's you!" He grabbed my hand, and his eyes were filled with emotions I couldn't understand. "Come back to me, Rosalie."
"Sorry." I calmly looked back at him, "but I think you've got the wrong person."