The Alpha King Marked Me. I Still Haven't Told Him I'm A Girl novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Thirty Three

Valka

I should have returned when Leander told me to.

But I’d gone and grabbed a goblet from the servant’s tray. It was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted and even if it made me dizzy, I couldn’t help but down even more of it. And it had been fine. Really.

Until Alfie found me.

"You’re a rather shy one," she’d said, appearing out of nowhere. She was dressed as all servants were. Black dress that swept across the floors and a white corset. On a night like this, the ropes of her corset were undone and the lace underthing she wore underneath pushed her cleavage into a sumptuous amount.

I thought sourly, if I had breasts like that, perhaps Rafe wouldn’t have dropped me.

I sighed into my goblet. "Not usually. My mother always said I couldn’t stop running my mouth."

Her doe eyes glittered, and something musty tinged her scent. It made me blink, trying to remember what that scent was, but it only awarded me with a blurred vision.

"War changes people, I’ve heard," she murmured and I started as her breath tickled my lips. I hadn’t even noticed her moving, or the hand that traveled down my belly, hard with months of relentless training. It wasn’t nowhere near as toned as Leander’s or Rafe’s or King Lucien’s, but I suppose it was enough to make the maid blush. "They say you felled an army of ten thousand with a flick of your wrist."

I caught her fist before it could drift lower and find the lack of hardness that a man would no doubt have from merely staring at her. She was beautiful, but I very well like men. Actually, I don’t know that, either. But I don’t feel tingles, not like the kind Rafe made me feel. Or the heat of lust being around the King overwhelms me with.

Rather than stop her advances, she seemed to like the feel of my hands around her wrist, her blush deepening. "If you’d like," she whispered, lashes low, lips puckered. "I could attend your needs. All of them, Sir Valerian." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Heat rushes up my neck from the many goblets of liquor I have drained. "That--" My words slurred. Gods, why did I drink so much? I’ve never even had liquor in my whole life. "That won’t be necessary, Alfie. Thank you."

The woman seemed deaf. Or maybe she was just determined to jump my bones. Her lips curved slow, sly. "You know my name." She twirled a curl around her finger. "There’s a wager, you know. For the first woman who breaks you in."

When she says ’break you in’, my mind travels to that one vision. King Lucien’s hand around Ilya’s neck and her screams that felt pain and unending pleasure. I shake my head with an irritated scowl. I haven’t been able to get the images out of my head all day. "I’m flattered--"

She presses her chest against mine and steps on her toes, her lips brushing against the curve of mine in a soft kiss. "I don’t do this for the wager. I’m not like them. I do this because I am in awe of you. I... I like you."

I jerk back and as a result, I slam into someone behind me. "Sorry," I start to say, but whoever they are, they push back at me, causing me to slam into Alfie and another row of guests. Alfie stumbles, but I don’t get so lucky. Elbows and hands ram into my rib and I begin yelling, frustrated, while they yell back at me to watch where the hell I’m going.

And as the Goddess would have it, the next person I’d collided with was Nath, who upon recognizing me, looked at me with bloody murder. And my fight or flight instinct had kicked in.

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