They Called Me Heartless So Reborn I Watched Them Self Destruct novel Chapter 6

6 6- The Hatred

Arabella’s POV: 1

“Stop right there!” The cold command directly from the king made me freeze. Dozens of unfamiliar faces were staring at me as if I were some kind

of monster.

Maybe I was a monster.

After all, my brother killed an important member of the royal family. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I didn’t know what was happening.

I couldn’t look at the Alpha King’s face. Something about him made my skin crawl.

“Kneel!” He snapped. For a moment, my mind went blank. Kneel?

Fear shot through me as my knees hit the ground before I could even think. A low chuckle reached my ears. “Looks like your family taught you well. They must have asked you to be obedient. Right?”

I lowered my gaze and my fingers clenched around the torn fabric of my dress.

“Mother. From today onwards, she’s yours.” I looked up and found the king telling a beautiful woman who was wearing a diamond tiara, “Don’t worry, mother. I won’t release Victor until I’m sure she won’t run away,” he was talking to his mother, but his eyes remained on me.

The woman smiled and walked towards me. She stopped when she reached closer, and the smile on her face vanished. “From now on…” She spoke bitterly, “… you’ll stay on your knees.”

I stared at her. This was unexpected.

“You’re not allowed to use your feet,” the smile was back on her face as she crouched before me, “No matter where you go, what you do…” her finger gently touched my forehead, “use your knees and forget about your feet. Or…” her finger slid beneath my chin and tilted my face upward, “Or… we’ll chop them off.”

A chill ran through me, and my throat went dry. The queen studied me with quiet amusement.

“Do you know why I like obedient girls?”

I gulped and shook my head.

She let out a soft chuckle. “Because disobedient ones lose things…” Her eyes drifted downward, “… like feet, fingers…” She leaned closer as her voice dropped to a whisper. “And sometimes… tongues too.”

I could feel the stinging behind my eyes, but I tried to control it. The tears would do nothing. If anything, it would only entertain them.

Think of something, Arabella. Something that would give you joy and make it easier for you.

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