Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
She glanced down at her protruding belly so lovingly. “The father of my child.”
The lord was not only surprised this time but shocked also. “But he is the king of Salem…the man that imprisoned you-“
She smiled. “I know who he is, Lord Riverdale. I do not need your elaborated description.” Her shoulder lifted and fell helplessly. “You can give all the descriptions in the world. It will not change the truth that my heart belongs to him. Please accept that.”
Lord Riverdale was sure that he could persuade her if she gave him a chance. He had great bedroom skills that impressed the ladies too. “Please, give me a chance, Your Majesty.” Desperately, he covered the distance between them, then lowered his head and kissed her.
Shock kept her rooted on the spot for a full minute while Lord Riverdale kissed her. And then the shock wore off. Her first thought was to tear her lips from his and push him away. But for a second, another thought invaded.
Would she feel anything from this man’s kiss?
When King Lucien kissed her, she felt the world being swept off from under her feet; her heart raced and her world tilted upside down. Was it always like that with everybody?
So, she let him kiss her. His lips moved on hers for a few more minutes, but she did not feel a thing. And when he thrust his tongue into her mouth, she almost gagged with the revulsion from his invasion.
She tore her lips from his, her breathing shallow. Then she stepped back. “I don’t feel that way for you, Lord Riverdale, or for any other man, because my heart already belongs to another.”
“But if you can just let me pleasure you!” He reached for her again.
“If your finger so much as touches her hand again, I will cut off your arms from the shoulder,” came a deep voice from the door.
The familiarity of the calm but volcanic voice hit Queen Danika full force in the chest. Sure her ears were deceiving her, her eyes raised and locked with the deepest blue eyes she has ever seen in her life.
King Lucien stood at the door of her bedroom…
The queen went into shock, her eyes glued to the dark silhouette of the man standing at her door.
“How dare you speak to me like-” Lord Riverdale whirled around angrily to face the voice that had the guts to threaten him, only to come face-to-face with a man he had only heard about but had never seen. He cut off suddenly. He had never seen this man before, but the instant he set his eyes on him, Lord Riverdale knew it was him.
King Lucien, the powerful king of Salem.
He was bathed in darkness where he stood; no one could make out his features except the blue eyes that shone in the dark.
So how did he know it was the king he had never seen but had only heard about through reverent whispers from the people? How did he know that it was the scary king whose strength and power inspired fear, respect and reverence from the people?
But as he asked himself that question, his mind provided the answer. Apart from the exceptional blue eyes, it takes a great man to radiate primitive dominance and make the air sizzle with indescribable power just by leaning in shadows at the door of a bedroom.
Lord Riverdale swallowed tightly. “The k-king of Salem?”
“Step away from her.” Words as calm as his first statements.
Shivers ran down Lord Riverdale’s back, but he wouldn’t let himself be bullied like a coward. He lifted his chin. “I’m afraidthat you no longer have the right to make such demands. Our queen is no longer your slave; hence, she is no longer yours.”
He didn’t move. “Step away from my woman and child while I am still trying to be rational, Lord Waterdale.”
The man flushed behind his ears. “It is Riverdale, Your Majesty. You insult my name.”
“Do not keep me waiting, Lord Waterbird.” His voice dropped an octave.
Lord Riverdale found himself taking four steps away from the queen before his brain could interpret his actions. “Alright, f-fine, Your Highness,” he muttered. “But I still have a right to be here as I am courting the queen. She is the only person with the right to tell me to leave and I will-“
“Leave,” Queen Danika’s whisper interrupted him. She didn’t spare him a glance. And she hadn’t blinked her eyes since she stared at that door.
“But my queen!”
Finally, King Lucien straightened, pushing away from the door. He stepped into the queen’s bedroom and into the space illuminated with light from the moonlight through the open window. His face. The barely controlled rage on that scarred face made Lord Riverdale take several steps backwards away from him.
When he spoke, the king’s words were curt and clipped. “Let me make something clear, Lord Scott Riverdove. I am not asking you to leave, I am ordering you to get out of this bedroom right now, or you will leave in shattered pieces of blood and bones.”
“Y-yes, Your Majesty.” He did not need to be told again. Lord Riverdale ran out of the door like his legs were on fire.
Maybe they were. Smart man.
Tense silence remained after him. King Lucien turned and closed the door behind him. The sound of locks bolting filled the air, shutting the world out. Then he turned and faced a queenwhose face was still filled with blatant shock. Bathed in the moonlight in the starry night, these two lovers locked eyes with each other after eight weeks of being apart.
“Blink your eyes, Queen Danika,” he enunciated at last, his voice hoarse.
Tears spilled from her open eyes, and she shook her head. “I am scared to blink and you won’t be here. I am scared to blink and find out that it is all a dream. An illusion conjured up by my hungry heart.”
His features softened. A little. “I am not a dream. My clothes are soaked because I rode a carriage to the Mombana palace on a rainy night. Baski might have taken my fur coat, but the rest of my clothing is not so dry.”
“Oh, heavens.” Her eyes darted to his body. Indeed, his expensive surcoat looked wet and plastered to his body. She could see his inner silk tunic. “You’re here.”
“I am here.”
Her eyes fluttered close-tears slipped from the lids-and slowly, they opened again. “You are real,” she whispered in awe.
“Your belly is bigger, Queen Danika. My son is growing healthily inside you.”
“Lucien!” With a loud cry, she darted across the bedroom towards him. She wasn’t thinking, but instinctively, she trusted him to catch her. He did and he was fast. His hand shot out, holding her to a stop for just a second. Then his arm went around her neck and the other went behind her knees. He was lifting her up and into his arms. Her arms tightened around his neck so tight, her fear of letting go so blatant in the way she clutched him. Her eyes squeezed shut as her lips spewed, “You’re here, you’re here, you’re here, you’re here.”
Her reaction to his presence was everything he could never have imagined and more. His anger dissolved like a mist; all his defense crumbled like the fallen great walls. “God, Danika!”
He was kissing her passionately. She kissed him back, matching his passion. In the desperate tangle of the lips of these royal lovers, he walked deeper into her bedroom with her cushioned in his arms.
At the front of the window, he gently lowered her to her feet, breaking the kiss. She clung to him, hugging him so tightly he was forced to push his body backwards to accommodate his child pressing against his lower belly.
“I missed you terribly! I missed you so much! Please, don’t let me go! Hold me!” Her heart had taken over her lips completely, and she was crying with happiness as she laid herself bare to him.
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