Chapter nine
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Valerie's POV
"No, I don't think so." I replied to Liz and she smiled.
"Pardon me. You look so much like someone that I knew in the past. I will be going now." She left with the girl, and the King and I were alone in the room again.
I took a deep breath and watched the King take his seat as he started eating. If the second tray was really mine, then it would all go to waste because there was no way I would eat with the Alpha of death.
My taste buds would end up giving me the flavour of death.
The alpha looked over his shoulder at me. "Why are you still standing there? Come here."
Aish…I don't want to. But I had no choice so I forced myself to go to him.
He drew back the chair beside him before looking up at me.
"Sit."
I sat down obediently and he pushed the second tray of fresh meat to my front.
"Eat."
Gross!
I don't eat uncooked meals.
I watched the King slice his meat. It was bloody and raw without any spice but he ate it like it had a good taste, blood stained his lips and he licked it off.
I was irritated and quickly rushed to the bathroom to puke. I cleaned up and returned to the bedroom.
"You don't like uncooked meat?" He asked.
"Yes, Your Majesty. Not just meat but any food not properly cooked."
"And you say you're a werewolf? What difference are you from the humans? You don't have a wolf, you don't eat freshly killed meat. What are you?"
I looked down. Not knowing what to say. I've also asked myself the same question several times.
"Go to the kitchen and make yourself something to eat. But before that, you will have to bathe me."
I looked up at him with wide eyes.
And he nodded at me. "Mmhmm."
"Your Majesty—"
"You're my personal maid, afterall. What do you think the word personal means?" He stood up, giving me a whole view of his 6 feet self, "You're going to be doing personal things with me. Things no one else can do."
My heart beat kicked up and I swallowed the huge lump in my throat.
The King's eyes studied me.
"You're nervous."
I faced down and he walked to me.
"You...became mine since the day I spared your life. Have you ever wondered why I spared your life? Did you think I trusted the things you said? I made you my personal maid because I want you to be close to me at all times. Why? Because I still see you as my wife's killer despite the claims you have that you aren't.
Consider serving me as my act of mercy till I find the real killer of my mate. It might be you or the man you mentioned. But pray it isn't you." A cold smirk hitched on his lips, "So are you ready to scrub my back now?"
I nodded quickly and rushed to the bathroom to prepare his bath. Just when I turned to go call him, I was shocked to find him standing right behind me.
I closed my eyes quickly when I saw he was only in boxer briefs.
He chuckled and stepped closer until there was no space between us. I hated how my body reacted to him.
I was tense, barely holding up. The air around me was hot. The King knew what he was doing to me.
He held my arms suddenly and smiled.
"Relax, I already said I won't hurt you now."
He walked past me.
"Are you going to keep standing there? Or come massage my back."
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty." I quickly turned around and rushed to him.
He was in the bathtub covered in lather. He sat up, allowing me to massage the soap lather in his upper body.
My hands were hesitant to touch him. He was the Alpha king. Never in my life did I imagine I would be in this position with the most cruel man on earth.
I laughed at myself in my mind. Of course, I never get to work with good people.
I began massaging his broad shoulders. The feel of his skin on my palm triggered my body. I couldn't explain what was happening to me all through the process of massaging the Alpha king.
"Bring me a towel and go select my outfit."
"Yes, Your Majesty." I brought him his white towel and ran back to the bedroom.
I walked into his closet and was surprised to find only brown sleeveless leather jackets and dark jean trousers that I was sure would be very tight on him.
What the hell? Where are his other clothes? I looked around and found nothing else except black boots that looked way too expensive.
Not knowing what else to do, I pulled out one of the leather brown jackets and a jean and placed them on his bed. I rushed back into the closet and selected one of the boots. I kept it on the floor close to the bed.
The King strolled in with bare chest and his white towel tied around his waist. I looked down quickly.
"You can go and make your breakfast now."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." I bowed my head and left quickly before he changed his mind.
But just as I closed the door I heard him talking.
"The Mayor is at the castle gate?"
My heart skipped.
The Mayor? Hugh? At the castle gate?
Oh, no.
He shouldn't find me here.
"Let him in." I heard the King say and I was nervous.
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