Mated to the Alpha: Sold to the King novel Chapter 54

Chapter 54: 0054

Kaelen POV

"So what is it?" I asked coldly.

We were alone now. Darius had given us a tight nod before continuing ahead, leaving the two of us behind, but even then, my irritation hadn’t lessened.

If anything, it had gotten much worse as my mind refused to stop replaying the scene I had walked into.

How close Darius had been standing to her, how his hand had been under her chin, and most importantly, how she hadn’t pulled away.

I didn’t even know why the hell it bothered me this much. All I knew was that every time the image flashed through my head, my mood darkened even further.

"Well..." she began, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the fabric of her dress. "I need something to do."

Hearing that, I let out a scoff. "Didn’t you say you didn’t want to work? So what’s this new bullshit you’re spewing now?"

Her green eyes widened slightly at the harshness of my tone, but I didn’t give a fuck.

"Yes, I don’t want to work as a maid," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. "But I also can’t just sit in my room all day waiting for you to want me. I just need something to occupy my time. That’s all."

"Occupy your time?" I repeated with a harsh, mocking laugh. "What’s your level of education?"

"I..."

"Did you even finish school?" I cut her off sharply.

For someone with her background, someone who had supposedly spent her life consorting with lowlife rogues, there was no reason for me to assume she had received any proper education.

She was nothing but a rogue and a thief.

What else could she possibly be useful for?

"I asked you a question," I pressed, taking a step closer. "Did you finish school?"

Had she even attended one?

"No," she admitted quietly, her voice dropping until it was barely above a whisper. "But I can still—"

"What exactly can you do?" I finally snapped, the words ripping out of my throat before I could stop them. "You can’t help me with paperwork. You can’t contribute to important pack discussions. You have no education, no training, no qualifications that would make you useful in any official capacity, and no value beyond what you were born with."

The moment the words left my mouth, I saw her shoulders stiffen.

But fueled by an irritation I couldn’t seem to control, I kept going.

"The only thing someone like you is good for is scrubbing floors and spreading your legs. Since you refuse to do the first, stop complaining and focus on the second. Because so far, that’s the only thing I see you’re worth."

The vicious words hung in the air between us like poison.

She stared at me, completely frozen. Her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to defend herself, but no words came out. Instead, her eyes, those striking green eyes I had recently found myself getting lost in, filled rapidly with tears.

Why the fuck was she crying?

More importantly, why the hell was my chest tightening at the sight of it?

A strange, uncomfortable pang hit me square in the chest, but I forced my expression to remain cold and unreadable.

"Oh," she whispered.

Her voice cracked painfully as she struggled to hold herself together. She blinked rapidly, trying to keep the tears at bay, but she failed. A single tear slipped free and rolled down her flushed cheek.

"I’m sorry," she said softly. "I just thought..."

The rest of the sentence died in her throat.

She lowered her head immediately, hiding her face from me as another tear followed the first.

"I’m so sorry."

My hands twitched at my sides as I stared at her trembling frame.

I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came.

What the hell was I supposed to say?

Nothing I could think of would sound any less worse than the garbage I had already thrown at her.

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