The Forced Maiden For The Cursed Alpha King by Josephine Ivy

Chapter 8

Sabrina’s POV:

There’s a snake in my bed.

Black, shiny, hissing up a storm. It’s beady eyes stared at me, and I could tell it was fuming..

I stared at it, it’s pitch black body contrasted the what used to be white sheets of my bed. If I hadn’t noticed something was moving under my bed. I would have been bitten.

Blair. That fucking bitch. She’s the one that did this.

one would care.

I knew the snake was venomous. I knew that if I touched it with my bare hands, it would bite me. And no one

I sat on the floor, contemplating what to do. It’s late, I think it’s about three am in the morning. I have about two hours to sleep before I have to wake up again. My eyelids are falling, but can’t dare to close my eyes.

The snake raised it’s head up, a hood appeared on its neck. Fuck a king Cobra. I’m actually dead right now.

The cobra stared at me. It’s forked tongue slithered out of its mouth, loud hisses filled the air,

“Are you angry at me?” I asked. I laughed softly, I must be going insane right now talking to a snake.

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Its head rocked to the side.

“It’s not my fault you were taken out of your habitat. I’m not exactly happy to see you

in my bed too.”

It’s hisses reduced in intensity. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it was staring at me curiously. It’s hood slowly lowered. It began to move towards me.

I stretched my hand out for it. I had no idea what I was doing. But my heart felt calm. I felt no fear at all, watching the snake slither over lo me

“You won’t hurt me.” I said in a soft whisper. The snake paused and looked at me. “You won’t hurt me.” I said it again. And again. And again..

It continued to move towards me. It got to my outstretched hand and placed it head on my palm. It felt cold to touch. Then slowly it moved up my palm, it’s body curled around my arm. Abit snug, but not too tight. My arm was enveloped in cold scales. A shiver ran down my spine.

I raised

my hand up and we stared at each other.

“I’m sorry.” I said softly. It’s head perked up. “I’ll return you, okay?

It hissed, it’s tongue darted out

got to my feet. It didn’t look away from my face. I had no windows in this room, so I

The cobra hissed

doorway, holding a lantern in her hands The soft golden light illuminated her thin face and made her look even

my hand.

taking it home. I said. I looked at the snake. It was furing her. I turned back to her. “Someone put this in my bed. “How

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don’t know. Ljust picked it up and it

a goodnight She said

of the candle followed her down the hall till it

got to the garden. I lowered my hand down to the ground.

You can

now,” I said

stared at me, unmoving.

At the back of my mind I wished that Blair would be the one

with a small smile. “Maybe scare them a

hissed. I think that was a

is this even real right now? Am I actually talking to a snake? Or is this a dream? Did I fall asleep on the floor and dreamt this whole encounter up? Or am I actually dead?

arm felt too real for me to be

I said sternly, my voice sharp. “You must go now. I have to sleep. I have work

arm and slithered to the garden floor. It stared at me for a few seconds before it vanished behind a

the hell just happened to me

felt a small sharp prick on my palm. I looked down to see a cut on my palm, a single black scale embedded in my skin. I took out the scale, wincing as it cut into the wound. It wasn’t a deep wound, it

in my hand looked unnatural, a diamond shape with sharp edges. I held it up against the night sky, and

pretty. I’ll be keeping

have done that. The girl said, for the third time in less than two seconds.

wiped the glass clean. The sounds of crying echoed from behind me. Blair was crouched on the carpet, crying her eyes out while two of the high ranking girls surrounded her

that.” The girl said again, fear in her

I did I

Wow, I’m

come after you

She looked younger than me, her brown eyes wide and full of child–like

glad I did.

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was all in

sleep before I had to work again. thing in the morning, asking me questions that pointed to poisoning.

Sick? Like

For some strange reason, the cut on my palm was completely healed. And it’s place was a sort of mark in the shape of a crescent moon. A very peculiar scar.

Bun.

my face. They tipped over my cleaning water, they dirtied the halls