The Forced Maiden For The Cursed Alpha King by Josephine Ivy

Chapter 32

SABRINA’S POV

“I beg your finest pardon?” I asked, a bewilded look on my face.

His head tilted half an inch to the side, long silky strands of inky hair swaying with the movement. “Are you asking that I repeat myself?”

“No, no, not at all. It’s just…” It’s so ridiculous I could laugh. That’s if laughing won’t land me into much bigger trouble.

Why on earth would he believe that I would ever want to warm his bed? All I have for him is hatred. Why on earth would I have sex with someone I loathe more than anything?

Is that what Blair thinks?

That some how I’m going to replace her? Goodness. If that’s what she really thinks, asked all the jokes and taunts, then her brains are for decoration in that empty skull of hers.

The kings eyes are focused on me, his expression difficult to read. Does he believe that? Or does he think it ridiculous too? I can’t tell for the life of me.

“Your Majesty, I…”

He raised a powerful hand, signaling I shut my mouth up. I pursed my lips, biting back a quick retort.

“Let this be made clear to you.” He said, “you aren’t my type. Not even in my dreams would I let

“I…”

“I wasn’t finished.”

“Okay.”

Sabrina. You don’t want to attract

into my bed.”

just like your mate. I cannot sleep with someone as evil as you. If you try to kill anyone else out of petty jealousy, I will snap

mention of Zayn, something went

want to sleep with you either.” I said firmly. “I find it most ridiculous that such a thing would ever happen, even

have any wild fantasies. So yeah. Not

already have Caldan, so there should be no reason for you to

I blinked.

thinks I’m romantically involved

actually be

chin tilted upwards. Not enough to look like I was challenging him, just enough to show that I wasn’t intimidated by the way his eyes were starting to glow a subtle Vermillion. “I have sir Caldan. And I do not seek gratification from anyone else. Not even, I’m afraid to say, from

knocked out of my lungs and I felt

Fuck.

I say

“Is that so?”

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the mop stick in my hands. “You’re still working? It’s

I’m still

even make coherent sentences right now.

my hand and I pulled back. His brows furrowed and he reached out again only for me to

“I can’t leave.”