The Forced Maiden For The Cursed Alpha King by Josephine Ivy

Chapter 30

SABRINA’S POV

My screams were muffled by the pillow pressed into my face with every malicious intent behind it.

Panic seized my heart and I saw my life flash before my eyes. I struggled against the pillow, my legs thrashing as I tried to swerve my body out of the way. I reached out, frantically searching for whoever was behind the pillow. I met a pair of hands and I did the first thing that came to my mind.

I scratched.

And I scratched with all my might. I didn’t stop till I felt blood staining my fingers. My assailant screamed, and for two seconds. their hold faltered up. That was enough time I needed. I shoved the pillow out of my face and jumped off the bed.

My room was dark, save for a flickering candle. The light wasn’t enough to illuminate the face of my assassin. But I would recognize that luscious blond hair anywhere.

“Blair?!” I shouted.

She turned and ran out of the room. I stood frozen for two seconds, then I ran after her. I bolted out of the room and into the hallway. That bitch was fast, I had to give it to her. I saw a whisper of blond hair and white clothes down the corner and she was gone.

I walked back into my room and shut the door behind me. I slid down the door and pressed my back firmly into the door. I hugged my knees to my chest, and I felt the tremors begin to register.

Blair had just tried to suffocate me in my sleep. If she has succeeded, I would have been dead by morning.

Whipping me and setting my room on fire was one thing. But actually trying to kill me, that was another thing all together.

The candle went off, plunging my room into darkness. For the first time in my life, I felt scared of the dark.

What if she comes back?

I pressed closer into the door. Even if she did return, I would feel it before she came in.

Blair just tried to kill me. This shit is getting out of hand.

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The next morning, everything went on as normal. So normal it felt like I had dreamt last night up. I saw Blair as I headed to my duties with the king, and she didn’t even act like she knew me. One glance and.she went about her day.

I was very sure she was in my room last night. I saw her arms where I had scratched were wrapped in bandages.

And yet she acted like nothing happened.

things to do. And my day went on

no damn wrong. And will she believe my words over Blair’s? No. It’s that simple. She’ll tell me to stay out

The king?

about me. Going to him is pointless. He won’t even bat an eyelid at me. And the last thing i want is to seek his help. I’m humiliated enough as is, anymore will kill me

left me

and let him know. He’s the only one who would believe me. And perhaps something

Blair.

duties. I finished early, before the sun had gone down. I felt a spark of excitement that

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“Come here.”

Fuck.

my damned

finished with my last task, which was scrubbing a random drawing room from top to bottom till it shone in the chandelier. I would have loved to open a window and watch the sunlight bounce off the polished floors and walls but alas, no windows existed in the King’s

stopped me in

lip hard. “Your majesty.”

are you going?”

duties, and I was returning to my room.”

no need for that.” He said. “Come with

of my tongue to curse at him, but I shoved the urge down.

course. What will you have me do?”

question to ask. A silly question

showed me a library.

morning – and two, all the books were on the ground. Not one was on the shelves. And everything

the shelves and have them organized by

the King’s gaze, unable to keep quiet anymore. “Your majesty!” I cried, my voice bordering on whiny.

me whiny for all I care. This

He asked. I may have been imagining it,

intense as ever.

clogged my throat and I wanted to cry. come on, for heavens sake! I just recovered from a bad whipping! And now I have

looked at the library. Sure it was smaller than his library…but this task will take me

The king

glare at him, but I didn’t want him to double the task for looking at him the wrong way. So I bowed, keeping my scowl on the

this night. Meaning I’d have to wait for tomorrow to tell him

books by genre. He’s really a cruel man. So heartless.