The Forced Maiden For The Cursed Alpha King by Josephine Ivy

Chapter 33

Xander’s POV:

Let this be made clear to you. You are not my type.

Lies. Clever little lies.

I can’t get her out of my head. Not even to focus on the mountain of accounts to take care of in front of me.

Not even in my dreams would I let you into my bed.

Also lies. The complete opposite is starting to happen to me. She’s not my type? I wouldn’t touch her? Those words sound believable to my ears but I know how far from the truth they are.

Because even in my dreams, they aren’t the truth.

Dreams are a fickle thing, I used to believe. I don’t pay much mind to them because I rarely have them. And even when I dream, I don’t dream about anyone randomly and I haven’t seen anyone in my dream in ages.

Except for Sabrina.

She’s invading my dreams just as she’s starting to invade my head too. I can’t escape the thoughts of her, not even when I’m asleep.

Blair had never appeared in my dreams once, not in all the years she’s been my bed mate.

And yet… within weeks, I’m dreaming of Sabrina. Harmless little dreams. I dream of her doing her work, mumbling to herself when she thinks no one can hear her, pausing to admire her work with a small smile on her lips, the way her lips part in shock when she gets handed the list for the day. In my dreams I replay the curses she mutters under her breath just before she walks into my office, peculiar colorful words that cause a smile to tug on my lips. She thinks I can’t hear her when she mutters them. And I see her, staring at me with those eyes that would be so beautiful if they weren’t full of so much cold hatred.

Every night without fail, she shows up in my dreams.

The only woman who had ever shown up in my dreams was my mate, Katherine.

Thinking of Katherine caused a spark of pain in my heart. It’s been years, decades since she left this world. And the pain is still there. Dulled at the edges by time, but still fresh in the center.

I rose to my feet, temporarily leaving the work behind. I walked out of my office to where I knew she would be.

Deeper into my private wing where most the rooms there weren’t used. I found her scrubbing the marble floors of an old piano room. I watched from outside the room as she cleaned.

She would pause, look around her at the amount of work she still had to do and sigh heavily. Crouched on all fours, she scrubbed the hard, like she was taking out her frustration on the floors. There wasn’t sound in the room save for the aggressive scrubbings.

It’s nearly midnight. I should let her go to bed. I should dismiss her now.

She’s weak. From this distance I can see how her hands are trembling. She paused, shaking her head to clear the dizziness and continued scrubbing. Her hair tumbled out of the high bun she tied it into, flowing down her body in wavy curls.

“For heavens sake.” She sighed, her tone heavy with exhaustion. She gathered the long strands of her hair, her hands trembling as she tied it up.

I should tell her to go to bed now.

Why can’t I say anything? I don’t understand why I continue to detain her.

Deep down, I know the answer to that question.

I want to see more of her face. She has her back turned to me now as she works. I want her to turn around, I want to look at her.

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crosses my mind that that’s creep behavior. But at the moment I don’t care for it.

turned

Her words made me angry, but not

on

greatly

the girls offered to me were free to do whatever they want with

I’m having an adverse reaction to one of my tributes wanting to find

Whether that person is Caldan or an entirely different person. I shouldn’t

just so she can go and hang out with him.

barely above a whisper. “Just my fucking luck.”

the room and walked closer to her.

of brittle bones, one wrong touch and she’d

in front of her, and very carefully turned

in my throat at the sight of her face.

She’s so beautiful.

skin is pale, deathly pale. But her cheeks and lips are as red as fresh blood. Like if I touched her lips, my finger would come off stained with rogue. Her features are delicate and soft, despite her sunken eyes and prominent cheekbones, her beauty is

her

her pain. I guess that’s to

the side. Her palm was littered with tiny bleeding cuts. Right before my eyes, those cuts sealed up and left behind smooth

was also able to resist my compulsions. Over and over again, I

person can be able to resist my compulsion and heal fast. I should

I can’t.

head to the side, the smooth

crest on her neck. Not

it went. What will my mark look like on her neck? And with that fleeting thought

never

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Nifra through our mind link. A minute later she showed up. Surprise

abrina’s uncon

“Your majesty?”

form.

I said, casting one last look

of course. I’ll take care of her?

small smile on my lips. “You don’t need

to ask, your majesty She walked over to us and carried Sabrina

wait for me. Go to bed once

gave a

go back to working till her fingers fall off. And I’ll go back to

Corner

streets teemed

them that much, I made my way through the streets, the hush of conversations floating in the air, I passed the occasion person

wore draped down to the ground. Nifra had said I

go into the cities and see how my people are doing. And also connect with the times lest I become obstinate. It’s happened more times than

centuries does

an even more breathtaking sight. The night is certainly beautiful. The clear skies filled with million of stars,

loud cry drew my

my head in the direction of the cry