The Forced Maiden For The Cursed Alpha King by Josephine Ivy

Chapter 50

KABKINAN İNA

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What the user slave schon look so happy to see me air said wits a dark chuckle, her expression one of haughty

My best skippest abeat and began to raves

Main She’s out” The king got her out

The 1% going to say anything” She taunted Came in, I thought of all people would at least be happy to see me?

tekst my throat and snapped un expression of shok into one of neutrality: “Why will I be happy to see you? You’re just at

She laughed, lunghest like I had said the joke of the Ceny. I stared at her, and I felt a twinge of an unknown emotion settle

my chest.

She’s looks like the puscess she had always paraded herself to be. Her hair was done, her makeup was done, her clothes were

I told you ll be bak. sulmi 1 She said, taking a step closer to the. Her eyes burned into mine and she had that evil smirk on her face. The kind that she had betone she tried to stab me to death. “You think you can ever replace me? What I offer the king.

Disappointment. That’s what I felt

He got her out. While I would never try to overlate my importance in anyone’s life, and especially not the alpha of alphas who has everyone at his beck and call, I still couldn’t deny what I felt

Cold hard disappsomment

“Now, you should be careful” Blair said. To back, and if you dare cross me again, I will show you a lesson you’d never forget.”

Annoyance sparked in my chest and all the disappointment vanished. Who the fuck does she even think she is?t

And you too Blait, be careful.” I said. “You’re not the only one with sources of poison”

Blair rolled her eyes. “Urgh‘ You’re still say full of yourself:

“That’s rich coming from you”

She glared coldly at me. Without another word, I brushed past her and continued on my way.

“Hey! I’m still talking to you slave! Get back here!”

what the king

his dinning table, he released his royal fucktoy. Is that

walking around like she

must have fucked her, right? Last night? Right after he humiliated

poisoned met She was all out to kill me! And yet and yet

to her, he would cut me head off himself. I just

the difference between a slave and a royal fucktoy. She must

came back agam, tenfall this

Why am I even comparing

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myself to her?!

to clean his office next

way up to his office, armed with all my cleaning supplies. My anger hadn’t simmered down one bit and I doubt it

in his office. That I would come in, clean and

in His deep voice carried from inside the

the ceiling, imagining I was talking to the moon goddess. She must be laughing at me right now. I can almost hear

behind me. The king was at one of his shelves, his back turned to me as he browsed the titles on display.

broad back. I hate him. Dear goddess I have never hated him as I hate him right now. When does he stop? Huh? It’s painfully clear he’s keeping me around for his sadistic desires. He likes seeing me suffer. If he

It can’t be, anyway. I’m not worth the time

that doesn’t make me any less

out. The king said calmly, he didn’t even have to turn to

still glaring. He turned to me, a hint of that wicked amusement in his eyes. “Slave. If you have a problem, speak. I don’t

Is this really my business? Why should I be bothered that he released his fucktoy? Why

the glare off my face like it never existed. I forced on a smile.

you choke. I meant

a flash of confusion flitted across his face. “Get to

bowed and did as I was told.

between us was too tense, I could feel it. The king on his own part didn’t spare me a single glance. He worked on whatever it is he

focus on dusting the shelves and the

fuming. I still didn’t know what in the world it was about him that made me react that way last night. I can’t ask anyone.

Did he owe me an explanation? No. He was the king. He owned me absolutely nothing. Did I want an explanation from him? Absolutely.

I felt betrayed.

out loud while staring at the king. His

stupid move that was. I cursed myself mentally and began dusting the shelves intensely.

to see the bucket of cleaning water that was in the way. I tripped over it, the water spilled all over the floors and made the marble slippery. I slipped in the puddle, my arms fairing around as I desperately tried to break

die. And I’ll be saved from the mortification that is my sorry life.

ry