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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Chapter 33

But at

turned sour as I remembered

even from me. Her words made me angry, but not at her.

want her to go on

greatly

care who she chose to hang–out with. All the girls offered to me were free to do whatever they want with whoever they wanted. I allowed them to have love lives. They could marry

is the first time I’m having an adverse reaction to one of my tributes

Whether that person is Caldan or

just so she can go and hang

Sabrina mumbled, barely above a

seconds she had passed out cold. I entered the room and walked closer to her. Her face was

small. Like she was made of brittle bones, one wrong touch and

in front of her, and very

caught in my throat at the sight

She’s so beautiful.

are delicate and soft, despite her sunken eyes and prominent cheekbones, her beauty is

groaned, her brows squeezed together.

pain. I

it to the side. Her palm was littered with tiny bleeding cuts. Right before my eyes, those cuts sealed up and left behind smooth skin. Her hands weren’t like that of a servant, they

resist my compulsions. Over and over

normal person can be able to resist my compulsion and heal fast. I should stay away from her.

I can’t.

She turned her head to the

was no mate crest on her

my mark look like on her neck? And with that fleeting thought came a sense of

never

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Nifra through our mind link. A minute later she showed up. Surprise flashed in her face as she saw me

abrina’s uncon

“Your majesty?”

form.

for me” I said, casting one last look at Sabrina’s face. “I’m

course. I’ll take care of

my lips. “You don’t need to sound so surprised. And yes, you can ask your questions”

walked over to us and

to bed

a curt

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

Corner

teemed with

seem to bother them that much, I made my way through the streets, the hush of conversations floating in the air,

I wore draped down to the ground. Nifra had said I looked like an assassin whenever I wore it. Perhaps she was

cities and see how my people are doing. And also connect with

centuries does that to a

day. I reckon it’ll be an even more breathtaking sight. The night is certainly beautiful. The clear skies filled with million of stars, today’s moon

it!” A loud cry drew my attention

my head in the