Chapter 50 KABKINAN Ä°NA baix You What the user slave schon look so happy to see me air said wits a dark chuckle, her expression one of haughty My best skippest abeat and began to raves Main Sheâs outâ The king got her out The 1% going to say anythingâ She taunted Came in, I thought of all people would at least be happy to see me?
tekst my throat and snapped un expression of shok into one of neutrality: âWhy will I be happy to see you? Youâre just at She laughed, lunghest like I had said the joke of the Ceny. I stared at her, and I felt a twinge of an unknown emotion settle my chest.
Sheâs looks like the puscess she had always paraded herself to be. Her hair was done, her makeup was done, her clothes were I told you ll be bak. sulmi 1 She said, taking a step closer to the. Her eyes burned into mine and she had that evil smirk on her face. The kind that she had betone she tried to stab me to death. âYou think you can ever replace me? What I offer the king.
Disappointment. Thatâs what I felt He got her out. While I would never try to overlate my importance in anyoneâs life, and especially not the alpha of alphas who has everyone at his beck and call, I still couldnât deny what I felt Cold hard disappsomment âNow, you should be carefulâ Blair said. To back, and if you dare cross me again, I will show you a lesson youâd never forget.â
Annoyance sparked in my chest and all the disappointment vanished. Who the fuck does she even think she is?t And you too Blait, be careful.â I said. âYouâre not the only one with sources of poisonâ
Blair rolled her eyes. âUrghâ Youâre still say full of yourself:
âThatâs rich coming from youâ
She glared coldly at me. Without another word, I brushed past her and continued on my way.
âHey! Iâm still talking to you slave! Get back here!â
Seriously. This is what the king chooses to do?!
Barely a day after he humiliated me over his dinning table, he released his royal fucktoy. Is that how important she is to him?
I mean, itâs no wonder sheâs walking around like she owns the place.
I turned and looked over my shoulder at Blairâs retreating form. He must have fucked her, right? Last night? Right after he humiliated me!
This woman burned me. And had me captured and whipped. And poisoned met She was all out to kill me! And yet and yet he pardoned her!
If I did all those things to her, he would cut me head off himself. I just knew it.
I guess thatâs the difference between a slave and a royal fucktoy. She must be feeling herself right now, That disappointment came back agam, tenfall this time. So annoying. So fuc aking annoying. Why am I even comparing Chapter 30 myself to her?!
And to think I have to clean his office next I stormed my way up to his office, armed with all my cleaning supplies. My anger hadnât simmered down one bit and I doubt it was going to cool down anytime soon.
I got to the kingâs office and knocked. Hoping and praying to the goddess above that he wasnât in his office. That I would come in, clean and leave without having to brush paths with him.
âCome in His deep voice carried from inside the office.
âJust be kind to me, for once! Thissed darkly at the ceiling, imagining I was talking to the moon goddess. She must be laughing at me right now. I can almost hear it.
I walked into the office and closed the door behind me. The king was at one of his shelves, his back turned to me as he browsed the titles on display.
I couldnât help but glare at his broad back. I hate him. Dear goddess I have never hated him as I hate him right now. When does he stop? Huh? Itâs painfully clear heâs keeping me around for his sadistic desires. He likes seeing me suffer. If he didnât, he wouldnât have released Blair.
Maybe he missed her, maybe this isnât about me. It canât be, anyway. Iâm not worth the time of the day.
But that doesnât make me any less angry.
âAny more of your cold glares and youâll shoot my heart out. The king said calmly, he didnât even have to turn to me.
I ignored him, still glaring. He turned to me, a hint of that wicked amusement in his eyes. âSlave. If you have a problem, speak. I donât fancy that look in your eyes.â
You released Blair? I was about to spit. But I bit my tongue in the nick of time. Is this really my business? Why should I be bothered that he released his fucktoy? Why does it concern me.
âNot at all, your majesty.â I said, wiping the glare off my face like it never existed. I forced on a smile. âI hope youâre well.â I said.
I hope you choke. I meant to say.
He blinked, and a flash of confusion flitted across his face. âGet to work.â He said, the confusion gone in seconds.
I bowed and did as I was told.
The air between us was too tense, I could feel it. The king on his own part didnât spare me a single glance. He worked on whatever it is he worked on. Alpha duties, probably.
And yet I couldnât focus on dusting the shelves and the cleaning floors.
I glanced at him from the comer of my eye, still silently fuming. I still didnât know what in the world it was about him that made me react that way last night. I canât ask anyone. And I hate not knowing the answer.
And Iâm angry at him too, for what he did with Blair. Did he owe me an explanation? No. He was the king. He owned me absolutely nothing. Did I want an explanation from him? Absolutely. Yes I did. Why did he do something like that?!
I felt betrayed.
âThatâs stupidâ I scoffed out loud. I turned red when I realized I had spoken out loud while staring at the king. His head. snapped up and he looked at me.
Fuck. Sabrina what a stupid move that was. I cursed myself mentally and began dusting the shelves intensely. That was so stupid! How embarrassing! As if last night wasnât enough!
In my daze, I failed to see the bucket of cleaning water that was in the way. I tripped over it, the water spilled all over the floors and made the marble slippery. I slipped in the puddle, my arms fairing around as I desperately tried to break my fall.
This is it. Iâll fall, crack my head open on the floor and die. And Iâll be saved from the mortification that is my sorry life.
ry A strong arm hooked around my waist, breaking my fall before I could hit the ground. I opened my eyes, coming face to face Chapter 30 with the king. His arm was around my waist, his other hand wedging me between his body and the shelf I was dusting. He just caught me, faster than I could track.
Heâs too close. Iâm too close.
His eyes burned into mine, crimson and intense. I couldnât breath, my lungs wonât accept oxygen for what ever reason. For such a cold hearted man, I could feel the warmth radiating off of him. His hand on my back moves, and I feel his fingertips digging into the plush of my hips.
I canât look away from his eyes, I canât even blink. His gaze moves across my face ever so slowly and I feel a trail of heat left in the path of his gaze. His gaze linger on my lips and I feel butterflies in my stomach. I try to speak but my words wonât come I glance at the scar across his left eye. I had become so used to him that I didnât even notice the scar most days. I wanted to run my fingers across it, feel itâs texture under the pads of my fingers. Ask him how he got it.
My thoughts made fear spark in my chest.
What is wrong with me?! What is that thought process right now?!
The king met my gaze, his brows furrowed in slight concern.
Heâs too close. I donât like this at all Please leave. Leave me alone. Move! Youâre in my personal space! Stop touching me! I donât want you near me at all!
I screamed those words in my head but my tongue wonât cooperate and form the words. My breathing became hard and fast, my chest rising and falling rapidly. My heart raced, and I felt dizzy like I might faint. Or vomit. Or both.
Please....move!
As if he heard me, he took a step back. My knees went week and I slipped to the ground on all fours, inhaling a large amount of air. I kept my gaze on the ground, on the sight of his polished shoes in my line of sight.
What was that?! What just happened now?
Anger sparked in my chest directed at myself.
What is wrong with me! Why do I want to cry?! I bit my lip till I tasted blood, the pain distracting from the tears that gathered in my eyes.
âWhen Youâre done with your duties for today, youâre to clean my bedroom.â
My head flew up from shock.
âWhat?â I gasped out in confusion while my heartbeat accelerated. Did I hear him right? His bedroom?! He has never asked me to clean his bedroom before.
He cocked his head to the side, his eyes narrowed slightly. âSabrina... as my slave, you should know by now. I donât repeat myselfâ
I wished to jam my thumbs into his eyes.