Chapter 3- Kill Me My King

Maximus's Pov

“Let me show you what having a real woman feels like,” she whispered as her hand came to the towel but my hand stopped her.

"You're not afraid of dying?” I asked, my voice cold as I stared into her eyes that were filled with confidence and bravery.

It was either she was stupid or suicidal.

“No. I'm not going to die, I'm the woman who's going to stop this," she whispered as she kissed my chest and I groaned.

“Let me," he whispered before finally tugging at my towel and it fell off.

My body was on fire and it felt like the blood in my body all rushed straight to my cock.

She continued kissing my chest, her hand snaking down my body until she cupped my cock and then she froze as her eyes looked down.

“You're…you're so fucking big! How's that going to fit?!” She gasped as she quickly staggered back and before I could respond, her eyes rolled back and she passed out on the floor.

I growled, turning away from the woman because all I suddenly saw was red.

“Lucien!" My voice roared as the doors slammed open once again and Lucien rushed in.

“Your Majesty?”

"Let one more woman into my room again and she won't make it to my bed before she dies.”

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Emilia's POV

My heart was beating so violently in my chest, my hands clenched tightly beside me, my palms clammy with sweat.

I told myself I was going to be strong, but my anxiety was getting the best of me.

You couldn't blame me. It felt like I was being taken for execution.

I followed quietly behind the mistress, eyes scanning the dark hallway like I expected something to jump out and attack or something.

The place was so damn quiet, it felt like even the walls were holding their breath—like even the air had suddenly stopped.

The sound of our footsteps echoed, making my heart beat even faster.

I was being led to the King's chamber, a place I might likely never return from. But I refuse to let that be my fate. I refuse to be one of the many women who won't make it out of his bed.

One way or the other I was going to make it out alive. I didn't have a plan. I didn't know what I was going to say or do for the King not to want to touch me.

But I had to figure out something. I couldn't die, I had a whole world ahead of me.

I had a lot of things to achieve and none of them would be possible if I die tonight.

I released a breath through my mouth to ease the anxiety curling deep inside me.

Rosella said he’d be too disgusted to touch me because of how ugly I looked. Of all the times I’ve been called ugly, this is the one time I hope it’s true. I hope the king looks at me and feels nothing but disgust—enough to send me away. And then maybe… maybe I’ll finally have a chance to escape this place.

I couldn't surrender to this fate. I couldn't surrender to death.

The mistress took another turn entering a different hallway and I followed.

There were several guards lined up, and I knew we were getting closer to the king’s room—closer to my fate.

The guards' faces were expressionless, looking so cold like they killed for fun and I bet they did.

We were still walking when I heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

A tall man with brown hair was walking towards us and if I thought the guards face looked cold his was another story entirely.

He looked like the only thing that made him smile was the beating of his enemy's heart in his hand.

But he was one of the most handsome men I'd ever seen. He was muscular, with arms that look like he'd break your neck without breaking a sweat. The way he walked was majestic, like even the ground was scared of him.

He screamed power and authority.

The mistress stopped and I did the same.

Does this mean she doesn't continue from here? Does this mean they'll take me from here to the Alpha King?