Page 25 of The Alpha King's Curse: Part Two

“This room is supposed to be cleaned every day. Why are you doing it yourself?” she asked with a frown.

“They just stopped coming. It’s not a big deal,” Britney shrugged.

She knew this was Andrea’s doing without being told. Her supervisor was so snobby that she would have issues cleaning after someone like her and Britney, even if it was her job to make sure it was done. She sighed as she pushed the books on the sofa aside and sat down.

“I’ll speak to Housekeeping and—”

“No, don’t bother. I’d rather not have strangers going through my things anyway,” Brit said as she sat down.

Her sister looked like she had lost some weight. She would have thought that Brit would have gained some instead since she could eat anything she wanted from the menu at any time. But with no one to tell her to eat, Brit probably spent her days with her nose buried in books instead.

“How have you been?” she asked gently. “Tell me the truth. Has it been too hard?”

Brit chuckled.

“Living here isn’t hard at all,” she answered, then the smile briefly left her lips.

Her ears pricked as she easily picked up her sister’s heartbeat. It had elevated slightly. Was that a sign of a lie?

“I said tell me the truth, Brit.”

Brit sighed and leaned back.

“It gets lonely sometimes. I only have Mr King’s bodyguards to keep me company, and they’re not exactly approachable,” she said. “But other than that, I’m fine. Plenty of things at my disposal to keep me occupied.”

“What about Dad? Have you seen him again?”

Brit looked away and got up to start picking up her things again.

“I don’t want to talk about him,” she said.

And that made her want to know everything. Was their father still trying to sell her? Had their father tried to extort money out of her? Did he think that Britney had won some sort of jackpot to stay in a place like this? Brit always gave in to their father despite all the horrible things he did to them. Seeing her sister like that made her wish she had made a different choice on that balcony the night Jackson had saved them.

‘No, you don’t,’ the voice in her head laughed.

She ignored it, as she had been doing since it had started. There was nothing she could do about any of the changes she was experiencing until she had the baby and left Jackson’s property. When she left her baby...

Hopefully, all those weird things would stop when she no longer lived among the wolves. Maybe she would be able to accept giving up her baby by then because she understood she wouldn’t be able to guide the baby through anything that she had been going through.

She pushed those painful thoughts aside but her mind immediately went to the other thoughts she was trying to forget.

She sighed and sat back. The past few weeks had messed her up. The burden of her guilt was too heavy to carry; she felt it even now when they were away from the pack. But leaving that room and the pack had already put her in a better state of mind, even if it would only be for a brief period.

“Don’t speak to him, Brit. He’s not worth your time or love,” she said gently.

Brit didn’t respond, so she knew the ship had already sailed.

“What about you? You seemed so upset that night you told me to leave,” Brit said. “I’ve been worried sick.”

“I told you it was a misunderstanding,” she lied with a smile. “We sorted everything out, so don’t worry.”

Brit stopped to look at her. Her sister’s heart started beating harder, and a flash of fear crossed her eyes.

“I have to worry. Something’s not right with Jackson’s bodyguards, and I think Mr King is the same.”

Oh, no. She sat back up and studied Brit’s face. Could her sister have figured things out? It was dangerous information to have, and she was out here facing it by herself. She couldn’t protect her when they were so far apart.

“Why?” she asked carefully.

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