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 suffering to

my

evil person, 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

Zayn, something went

“I find it most ridiculous that such a thing would ever happen, even in my wildest

any wild fantasies. So yeah. Not a chance

You already have Caldan, so there should be no reason for

I blinked.

involved

be to my favor right

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

twitched. The air in the room went standstill. All the breath was knocked out of my lungs and I felt pure

Fuck.

say something

king leaned forward. “Is that so?” He

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looked at the mop stick in my

still

I can’t even make coherent sentences right now.

You look famished. Come with me.” He reached out to take my hand and I pulled back. His brows furrowed and he reached out again only for me to pull

“I can’t leave.”