Mated to the Alpha: Sold to the King novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57: 0057

Lorelei POV

"He said that?"

Skye gasped in horror, her eyes widening as she sat on the edge of the bed.

I had just finished telling her everything that had happened with Kaelen, and fresh tears still blurred my vision, spilling over my eyelashes no matter how many times I wiped them away.

"I told you," I said, my voice cracking as I brushed my damp cheeks with the back of my hand. "I don’t know why he suddenly took an interest in me, but clearly, he just wants to sleep with me."

I didn’t even know why I was crying this much over his words.

The worst part was that there wasn’t a single lie in what he had said.

After all, my education had stopped when I was barely ten years old, and for most of my life, I had been nothing more than a maid. Someone who scrubbed floors, served meals, and learned very quickly to be seen and not heard.

So what else could I possibly offer a man like him?

Yet despite trying to reason through it, the tears wouldn’t stop coming.

It hurt so much because those cruel words had ripped away the little pride I still had left, forcing me to confront one of the truths I had been trying so hard to escape ever since I arrived here.

That I was truly worthless.

That no matter how far I ran or what name I hid behind, I would always be the cursed twin.

The failure.

The one who wasn’t good enough.

"Hey," Skye said softly as she moved closer beside me. "Look at me."

I shook my head and wiped at my cheeks again.

"Lorelei."

The sound of my real name made something inside my chest tighten.

"Look at me."

Slowly, I lifted my gaze and met Skye’s fierce brown eyes.

"That man is an asshole."

She said it with such immediate conviction that a wet laugh escaped me before I could stop it.

"He’s the Alpha King," I whispered, as if reminding her how dangerous those words were.

"He’s still an asshole," she insisted, completely unbothered.

Then she reached forward and took my hands, holding them tightly in her own.

"And he’s wrong. About everything."

"How do you know?" I asked, my voice cracking as I looked down at our joined fingers. "You know almost nothing about me."

"Maybe," she countered gently. "But I know that you’re not meant for this kind of life, and yet here you are, surviving. I know you’re the strongest person I’ve ever met."

She squeezed my hands, forcing me to feel the weight of her words.

"And I know that being a maid doesn’t define your worth. Being uneducated doesn’t define your worth. What he said to you was cruel, unnecessary, and specifically designed to hurt you because he’s a miserable bastard who doesn’t know how to handle his own emotions."

I stared at her in awe.

A part of me that I hadn’t even realized was starving had desperately needed to hear those exact words.

"When did you become a therapist?" I couldn’t help asking, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

"About three seconds ago."

She grinned, and I burst out laughing, completely surprising myself with how easily the sound came after all that heavy sobbing.

When the laughter faded, a long, tired sigh escaped me.

The ache in my chest was still there. After all, deep old wounds had been ripped open today.

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