Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
His words melted her heart. Baski smiled at him. “Thank you so much, Your Highness.”
“Why did you go through so much pain to save me all those years ago, Baski?” He asked the one question that has perturbed him from time to time.
The suddenness of the unexpected question took her aback. They passed a guard that bowed his head to the king, who acknowledged the greeting by nodding his head slightly. She watched the guard continue walking down his path.
“I raised you and Melia right from the time you were both children. I watched you two grow up-both of you were always in my heart. You were the kids I never had,” Baski began.
“Then my dear husband, Tedda, died when I was pregnant for Remeta after ten years of barrenness. Words cannot describe how broken I felt.” Remembered pain dripped from her words, and her eyes glazed over from the painful past.
King Lucien remembered that period. He was nineteen at that time. He remembered the way Baski cried at every moment, at every day. “His death was unexpected and very painful,” he conceded.
“A carriage accident.” Baski nodded with a sad smile. “You and Melia were right there for me. Countless times both of you would console me when I broke down in the middle of doing anything for you two. I was devastated when Melia died, and we were taken to slavery. When I heard Cone planned to starve you to death, too, I couldn’t bear it.
Not my Lucien! Never my son!
That went through my head as I held my daughter and rocked her in my arms.”
He stopped, turned, and glanced at her at the mention of ‘my son.’ Her wrinkled cheeks turned ruby.
“Not that I th-think you’re my son or anything. You’re the k-king, of course,” the older woman fluttered in explanation. “But that was how protective I felt. As I nursed Remeta, the idea came to me.”
“The crazy idea that kept me alive.” The king began walking again, his voice the gentlest note.
“Well, I needed to do something, and sneaking in food was very impossible.”
Silence. “You tortured yourself in order for me to stay alive. I can still remember that moment clearly.”
A smile spread across her wrinkled cheeks as the memory flooded her. “Once it was sundown, I stopped feeding Remeta and always requested milk from the guards. I started saving up for you, and my breasts would get full. It was always very uncomfortable…very heavy and painful. Yet, I’d tear out pieces of my clothing twice and tie my nipples with them so it’d stop leaking.” She sighed at the memory. “It was excruciatingly painful.”
“And yet, you did it. Continuously. For more than three months.” He stopped when they reached the front of the court, turning to stare at her again.
She shrugged. “Why would I stop when your life depended on it? It was not possible.”
Silence descended between them.
Then the king took her hand into his. It was actually the first time he reached for her. Baski watched her hand in his. He squeezed hers gently. “Thank you for everything, Baski. For your loyalty. Your love. Thank you for always looking out for me. Thank you for saving my life. You, Chad, and Vetta were the best thing that ever happened to me after the disaster that befell Salem fifteen years ago.” His eyes were warm and filled with passion.
Tears burned the back of the older woman’s eyes even as a smile touched her lips. “We were, my king. Up until one year ago, we were. But now you have two more blessings in your life. A woman that loves you more than anything in the world and a child on the way.” Then she added, sniffing, “You have Danika now, and I couldn’t have asked for anything better for you. If anyone deserves the best, it is you.”
He pulled her into his arms, then wrapped his arms around her neck and whispered, “Thank you for being the mother I lost. You are the mother I have now.”
An emotional dam broke free inside Baski, and she began crying earnestly. Arms tightly around him, she basked in close proximity to him, which was as rare as a cold day in hell.
“Thank you for being alive, son. Thanks for surviving slavery. You are a great king, and I’m sure your father is so proud of you from above.” Her hand patted his back as her tears soaked his expensive kingly garment.
“Do not ever leave me, Baski. It will hurt me immensely,” he admitted.
“I am going nowhere, my son.”
“I still leave Danika in your care. No one could protect them more than you. No one could take care of them more than you. Take good care of my unborn child like you took care of me, Baski,” he requested in a barely inaudible voice that she wouldn’t have heard if she wasn’t pressing close to him.
“I will. You know I will always,” she vowed.
He said nothing else. But he held her for long.
This woman, who was the mother he lost but still had.
“There is this man in my flashes…in my memory,” Callan voiced out to Kamara. “He was in the cell with me and suffered as I did. But he was always protecting me. Always.”
“What does he look like?” she asked curiously.
He pulled back and turned to face her. “It’s always flashing, so I don’t know exactly what he looks like. But he has blue eyes like mine…” He paused. “I think he is my family.”
“Oh, Callan, I’m so happy for you. At least you know you have a family somewhere that you have a brother.”
Callan did not look happy. “But what if you’re right? What if my family does not want me anymore, and that is why they never looked for me?”
Kamara shook her head. “No, you shouldn’t think like that. You said he always protected you. He must have loved you very much. Maybe, he does not know where to look from.”
He thought about that for a few moments and nodded his head. “You’re right.”
She grinned at him. Her smile captivated him, and his body came alive again for her. Her eyes darted to that part of him, and a blush marred her cheeks. “Oh…”
He leaned forward and kissed her lips again, unable to stop himself. He pulled back slightly, groaning into her mouth. “I would like to try again. I…I really want to be with you, my lady.”
Her answer to the desire-filled request was to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him closer to her body. He undressed her completely, including her underthings.
His head dipped, and he took the creamy, rosy, puckered bud that was her nipple into his mouth and suckled feverishly. She cried out, her head rolling to one side. He touched her everywhere as they kissed and clung to each other. She touched him, too, unable to get enough of him. The world fell away around them until nothing else existed but the sheer intimacy between them.
When he rose above her again, flashes of his torture flooded him again. Bad memories of a man pinning him down and doing awful things to him while a deep voice shouted in protest in the background filled his head.
He didn’t know he had pulled away from her again until he felt a feminine hand patting his body, holding him close.
“It’s okay, Callan. It’s okay. We will take it slowly. We still have each other, and I am still here. We will be fine,” she whispered as she kissed all over his face.
He held her to him, closing his eyes to escape the terrible world. He had no idea how long passed before he could open his eyes again. He looked at her helplessly, not knowing what else to say.
But she smiled at him. “Why don’t we get up and you show me how to cut some wood? I would love to watch you do it.”
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
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