Chapter 8 CHAPTER EIGHT: HIS AMBER EYES

SHARON’S POV

This castle looked a lot prettier now, I could not explain it. I tried to keep my head down and not gawk much, but I just could not help myself. It was a lot prettier than Roland’s, and I did not think that was possible.

Morris led me down the hall to the room I will be staying in until I figure out what exactly I am doing with my life. I can’t believe I had accepted his invitation. If he finds out who I am he would send me back to Roland.

How long could I possibly keep the truth from him?

I will figure that out later. I couldn’t decline his offer. It has been days since I had any proper food. I am a pregnant woman. I need to take better care of myself. I can not let my grief overshadow the fact that I have a little baby to take care of.

I just need to come up with a plan…

We came upon a room on the second floor. It was the last down the hall. When Morris pushed open the door, I could not help the gasp that escaped my lips.

It was a room worthy of a royal.

It felt like I was stepping into an entirely different world, one that was carved of wealth and power.

There were tall arched windows, the floor a sparkling marble and a chandelier hoisted above the queen sized bed. The air smelled of roses and parchment, a luxurious scent.

The walls were painted with soft murals. They were women with crowns, some with sorrowful eyes and others with joyous ones. Each of them watched me, like they were trying to tell me the stories of the women who had resided in this very room before me.

The sheets and drapes were made of velvety silk. To the right was a dressing table filled with new and neatly arranged bottles of perfumes, cases of jewelry and makeup.

“This will be your chambers,” Morris said, and by the time I turned to him, my mouth was on the floor. “I hope everything is to your liking.”

“Alpha Morris… this is all too much. Certainly a headspace in the servant’s quarters would suffice,” I said and he chuckled deeply like I had made some joke.

“Nonsense! You are my guest and you will be treated as such. I will leave you to rest and freshen up. A maid would have your dinner brought up to you, I can imagine that you are far too exhausted to make your way down to the dining table.”

“I actually am,” I admitted, staring at the bed longingly. As much as I craved a good night’s rest, my hunger would definitely keep me up all night. I could not go another second on an empty stomach.

“I know,” he said, grinning slightly. It was at this moment that I came to realize just how handsome Morris truly was. He had all the qualities of every woman’s ideal man.

Talk. Chiseled jawline. Fierce amber eyes. And a good heart.

Goodness gracious, my cheeks were heating up again.

Morris cleared his throat after a moment of silence. “I suppose this is a good night. I will see you tomorrow. And if you need anything brought up to you, pull that rope,” he said, pointing to a rope connected to the ceiling beside the bed. “It will signify a maid to come to your maid.”

I nodded in understanding. “Thank you, Morris.”

He nodded as well. He stared at me for a moment like he had something he wanted to say but held himself back. “Good night, Sharon.”

He turned his back to leave, shutting the door behind him and leaving me alone. The silence that engulfed me was strange. A sudden wave of loneliness washed over me as the events of the past few days replayed in my mind.

Inhaling deeply, I let out a long exhale before shedding off my clothes. I carried my naked self into the rather lavish bathroom and stepped into the shower. The second the hot water made contact with my skin, I nearly dropped to my knees.

The water felt so good.

I do not know how long I stood beneath the shower head, letting the hot water cascade down my body. I could feel my muscles ease up, bringing some relief to my bones.

Splattering some body wash on my face, the scent of honey and vanilla hit my nostrils.

Yummy.

I do not know how long I spent in the shower, all I know is that when memories of Roland touching me and performing all sorts of intimate acts that were supposed to be between just the two of us came flooding my memories, I scrubbed my skin harder.

I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed. But nothing could take away my disgust.

The very same dick he shoved into me, he shoved into Sandra. My own sister.

He had been fooling me for months and I never even knew!

Suddenly, the emotions bubbling within me boiled over. I pressed my back against the tiled wall and let my tears mix with the water.

I pray that both of them burn in hell.

When I finally stepped out of the shower, my fingertips were shriveled from spending much time in the water. But I have never felt more fresh and clean. I walked up to my supposed closet, expecting to find a few clothes.

What I found was an entire boutique.

Clothes of all styles and sizes filled the walk in closet. I found it hard to believe that all this was actually… mine.

I chose a simple red, silk night gown. Once I was done putting on some deodorant and drying my hair, a knock came from the door.

“Come in,” I said and a black and white woman stepped in with a tray of food. The scent of lasagna hit my nostrils and my stomach growled.

Loudly for that matter.

The maid did her best to suppress her chuckle. “I hope you enjoy the meal, ma’am. Is there anything else I can help you with?” She asked and I shook my head negatively.

“No, I am fine.”

She bowed curtly before taking her leave.

As soon as she shut the door behind her, I picked up the platter and stuffed my face until I passed out. For the first time in a while, my body was filled.

But my heart has never felt emptier.

The image of Roland fucking Sandra flashed before my eyes before I finally succumbed to the darkness.

Along with a certain amber eyed alpha king.