The Alpha King's Mind Reading Maid (Cecilia) novel Chapter 5

Cecilia's POV

I can’t shake the thought, even though it doesn’t really make sense to me. That kind of communication shouldn’t be possible.

And furthermore, the way Leopold was behaving gave off the impression that he had zero control over his own wolf.

He looks down at the grisly scene. The temporary madness has been replaced by something else, as if he’s come out of some sort of trance and is ashamed of what he’s done.

He hangs his head and places his palms on his forehead, looking as defeated and tired as I feel.

We both sit in the uncomfortable silence for what seems like an eternity, processing the events that have just occurred.

He finally speaks, and his voice startles me a bit. “What’s your name?” He doesn’t sound nearly as angry as before.

I have to actively struggle to get the words out: “My name is Cecilia, Your Highness.”

The Alpha King sighs. “Cecilia, would you please fetch Landon and have him come here to collect and dispose of the body?”

It’s a question, but I can tell he isn’t asking. I respond immediately, “Yes, Your Highness. Of course, Your Highness.”

I get up and bow, taking one final look at him before hurrying out the door. My heart is still racing, but I try to ensure that my breaths are even and measured.

I find Landon by the main entrance, humming to himself while he expertly oils the hinges on the doors.

“Excuse me, sir,” I timidly say.

He looks up at me in surprise. “Cecilia. What is the matter?”

His eyes scan my face and land on the collar of my uniform. I follow his gaze, looking down at myself, and notice a few flecks of fresh, red blood splattered on the white fabric.

“His Majesty… requests your presence,” I reply, my words stilted and unnatural. “There’s a… body that needs to be… retrieved and disposed of.”

It’s a painstaking ordeal just to get the message out, but I manage. Landon’s expression falls.

“I see,” he says after a moment lost in thought.

“I’m sorry,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.

He meets my eyes. “Why are you apologizing?”

“I– I didn’t– I mean, we had only just begun serving him this morning, and…” I trail off feebly.

“No,” he says somberly. “This was unexpected for me, as well. Usually it never happened this early on. Something about your fellow handservant must have touched a nerve and caused him to react this way.”

I feel a pang in my chest. Lucy may not be the nicest person I met, but I still don’t think anyone, not even her, deserves to die in such a horrible way. But I’m not about to argue right now.

We make our way back to the king’s quarters without saying another word, and Landon goes to enter the room first.

“Wait here, please,” he instructs me quietly. I nod in agreement.

I am certainly not in any rush to go back to my duties.

But it doesn’t take long for Landon to return, carrying Lucy’s body wrapped in a large black sheet. The smell of blood is pungent, and I can almost taste the wet metallic tang still pervading the air.

“The Alpha King Leopold would like to see you now,” Landon murmurs as he passes me, holding the door open for me to enter.

I swallow hard. “Yes, sir.”

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