KING OF THE CURSED

[Troubled Promises]

Mirabelle's POV

“Do my touch repulse you?” The words left my lips before I could think as a tear spilled from my tear duct.

Was I that disgusting to him that he could barely stand my touch? I was an omega after all… wait I'm princess Annabelle so he won't be repulsed. My emotions would be the end of me.

He jerked forward as his eyes lit like flames.

“No, you don't repulse me.”

“But you hate my touch. I saw the way you reacted the second my hands were placed on you.”

“Carry on.” He says flatly not ready to engage the topic...