Chapter 105
Chapter 105:
No one would come to my aid. Not even the Alpha King.
“What are you staring at me for? You want to beat me? Beat me!” she dared, throwing her body at me.
More tears stained my cheeks as she slapped me, but I remained as still as water.
I took measured steps backward, avoiding her as her body lunged toward me.
The last thing I wanted was for someone to testify against me for beating a pregnant woman.
I was certain the King would have their head, as he didn’t joke when it came to his unborn child.
“Get out now!” she screamed, pointing toward the door, panting hard.
“Get the fck out and return here with a cup of hot tea or you’ll be sorry! I want it steaming hot!”
With tears blinding my vision, I ran down the stairs, not caring if I tripped and fell.
Fck!
Did I just get hit twice by that btch?
A sharp pain pierced my chest as I ran into the kitchen, dumping the tray and cup into the sink before collapsing to the ground.
I don’t know how many minutes I lay on the cold floor, weeping bitterly, my elbow covering my face. I didn’t care if she was waiting for me in her room, nor did I care about the strange presence at the doorway.
They all could get the fck out.
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My blood boiled in anger as I rubbed my palms over my reddened face. I clenched my fists, hitting the wall hard.
I wasn’t just angry that I got slapped by the mistress for no reason; I was mad that I couldn’t stand up for myself. Fear crippled me, knowing I didn’t have a choice but to endure her tortures.
I rose to my feet, walked to the drawer to grab a mug, and boiled water in an electric kettle.
When the water reached boiling point, I poured it into the mug to make tea.
I hoped the tea would be hot enough for her.
Why on earth would someone drink such hot tea? Shrugging my shoulders, I placed the mug on a ceramic tray and walked to her room.
I knocked, waiting to hear the familiar faint voice of her maid to usher me in.
As soon as I was let in, I walked toward her, who was sitting on the couch, munching on chicken. She was always eating like a glutton!
I hoped the baby wasn’t overweight.
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