The Alpha King's Mind Reading Maid (Cecilia) novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Leopold’s POV

“No! Won’t let that happen!” Warten sald, standing from the bed.

I had to admit, the thought of Cecilia leaving this palace didn’t sit right with me either. I had spent the entire night observing her interaction with my wolf, and she was a lot diferent with him than she was with me.

With me, she was closed off. She was stubborn and yet pole; she was modest and kept her head down. She did what she was told, and yet she disobeyed me more times than I could count.

With Warren, though, she was carefree; it was clear she had a wild side, and there was something so youthful about her. She acted her age; she was strong and fast… unlike any Omega I had ever seen.

It made me question if she really was an Omega, but why would anyone other than an Omega coffe to the palace to be a slave? It didn’t make any sense to me.

I found myself wanting to know more about her.

There was a bitter feeling in the pit of my stomach when I saw how she laughed with my wolf and the way she looked at him. But she never looked at me like that. I wasn’t sure why it bothered me so much, but I couldn’t help it.

There was something about their relationship that made me feel resentful.

“We might not have a choice,” Cecilia said, bringing me out of my thoughts. “I don’t see how we can remain friends once King Leopold finds his mate. I don’t want to lose you either… but it’s complicated.”

“No, not complicated. Simple,” Warren said, his words coming out firm. “You stay here with me.”

I wanted to pull him back; his groveling was pathetic. When did my wolf become so desperate for female attention? Or maybe it was just her attention.

Cecilia stood

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awake soon,” she said, her voice barely coming out above a whisper. “I should get back to my room.”

Was he fucking serious? Now, he wanted to follow her to her room? This explained why I always ended up in her bed almost

every morning

She gave me…or him… a sad smile.

“Happy Birthday, Warren.”

She bent and pressed her lips to my cheek. It was soft, and I found that my heart beat a little faster. I wasn’t sure what that was about, but a part of me didn’t want her to leave. I wanted to find out more about her; the way she treated my wolf was so much different than the way she treated me,

That meant I couldn’t be me when getting to know her.

Warren didn’t go after her when she left the room. I was actually surprised when he released his control. I blinked a few times, staring around my empty room, suddenly feeling an odd hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Though I could no longer hear my wolf, I could feel his unease.

Or maybe it was my unease?

At this point, I couldn’t tell.

The rest of the day was typical for my birthday; most avoided me like the plague because they knew how I got around this time of

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year. The memory of my mother’s death on my 5(th) birthday was still fresh in my mind. I dreamt about it almost nightly. though they seemed to have lessened lately.

I remember waking up to a bunch of Gammas surrounding my mother. They weren sure how she died, and it still hadn’t been discovered. A mystery I’ve been trying to solve for years.

I will admit, though, that this morning was a good distraction. Watching my wolf spend time with Cecilia was eye-opening

“You seemed happy this morning, Your Majesty,” Landon said as he placed my dinner on my desk. I looked up from what I was doing; I was mostly lost in thought while looking over some documents, trying not to think too hard about this morning, though it was all-consuming. “That’s a change for this time of year.”

I hununed in response as I glanced at the meal he had left for me. It was a steak, cooked exactly how I liked it… rare… still bleeding. There were mashed potatoes, and I could smell the garlic in them, and some mixed veggies with a little salt and

pepper.

But that wasn’t what made my brows furrow.

On a separate plate sat a small cake that read: “Happy Birthday, King Leopold.”

Landon had never given me a cake before; well, actually, he did once, and that was the first and only time I’ve ever really lashed out at him. My eyes darted up to him, and he had a smile on his face.

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