Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
He raised his hands and stared at them. They were watery and swimming, not because he had weird hands but because his eyes are blurry with tears. He blinked hard to keep them away. This wasn’t what he bargained for. When he set out to take his revenge on Cone and enslave his daughter, this wasn’t what he bargained for at all.
His chest filled like there was a mountain growing in there. It hurt. It hurt badly.
All this is on the inside. On the outside, he looked almost as composed as ever. Almost.
“Get her ready on the morrow. At the middle of the morning, tell her I summon her in court.” His voice was hoarse.
Baski shook her head, pained. But she knew the king so much. This subject was closed.
“As you wish, Your Highness,” she whispered and bowed her head in obedience. She was at the door when she heard his voice again.
“Baski.”
She turned and stared at him.
“Where is she?”
He had never sounded more alone than he did at this moment. “I gave her dinner and prepared her bed. But we both know she won’t be there. She’ll be in the golden chambers.”
In his chambers. He did not think he could bear seeing her tonight. It would be too much for him, for he was barely hanging on a thread. “Can you go there and take her?”
Baski shook her head. “I’m afraid that that is the one thing I can’t help you with. If you want her out, you have to go and face her yourself.”
“Baski…”
“Tomorrow, she will be the queen of Mombana, with so much power and strength resting on her pregnant shoulders,” she whispered. “But that is tomorrow. Tonight, she is still yours. She is still yours.”
With that, she turned and walked right out of the door of the consultation room.
The king stood there with a heart as heavy as a lion’s that swallowed a wolf. It hurt badly…
His scent was everywhere. Danika kept her nose deeply buried in the mattress as she worried herself to no end.
It was late at night, and he wasn’t in his bed chambers. She was too worried to sleep. Her baby must be as worried as she was, or already asleep, because he was being too quiet.
The last two weeks hadn’t been all perfect. Not since the king stopped being so…susceptible to her. Not since he began withdrawing from her.
You’re being too paranoid again, Danika. Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect. The king isn’t here because he must be busy in court or the consultation room.
She managed to convince and calm herself. And yet, sleep wouldn’t come. She was too…wired up, and at the same time, too tired.
Then the sound of soft, steady footsteps came to her ears. Suddenly, she was beginning to feel better.
He’s here.
King Lucien entered his chambers, and his steps faltered. Danika was lying down on his bed facing him, her eyes trailing him lazily. His chest became heavier than it was before. His eyes lowered to the swollen contours of her belly…to his child that nestled inside her. He averted his eyes. The sight of her was hurting him badly. A different kind of pain.
“Are you alright, my king?” she whispered worriedly at the look on his face, pulling herself up to a sitting position. Something was wrong. Something was seriously wrong.
“What are you doing here?” His voice came out hard. He wasn’t lying when he told Baski that he was barely hanging on by a thread.
“I couldn’t sleep. And I was worried about you. I haven’t seen you all day.”
“There’s nothing to be worried about. I’m fine,” he grated out, walking to his wardrobe. He undressed methodically.
She watched the tensed muscles of his broad shoulder blades as he slipped his nightclothes on. The loose shirt first, followed by his loose pants. He had his back to her all along.
The familiar tingling started in her bladder. Pee. She needed to use the bathroom. So she got up and walked to the bathroom. Several minutes later, she was out again. The king was standing at the window with his arms crossed together beneath his chest. He was staring out of it.
“Go to your room tonight,” he said without turning around.
“Why?” she whispered. “What is going on?”
“Nothing. I just want to be alone.”
“I wouldn’t disturb–“
“No. I really do want to be alone,” he stated crisply.
But instead of leaving, she gathered her courage-the love she had for him-and walked closer to him. Coming up to him from behind, she placed a hand on his back.
He recoiled visibly.
She swallowed tightly. “Y-you’re scaring me. Is it something I did wrong? Please t-tell me, and I will try to make amends.”
The shakiness of her voice rubbed him so wrongly, but he forced himself not to react to it.
Tomorrow, she will have so much power in her arms, she will be queen and command a great army. She will be able to make the choices she wants in her life, not to live the choices that was imposed on her.
Tomorrow, he would lose her.
“Please, L-Lucien. Let me in. Instead of pushing me away, why not let me in? Is it because of the mistress’s condition? Do you want to free her? Is it something I did wrong?” she pleaded.
He pulled away from her. “Leave me alone,” he ordered coldly.
A sentence had never hurt more than those three cold words the king said to her. Danika let her hand drop helplessly.
“Okay. I will leave you alone,” she capitulated in a soft, but sorrowful voice. What was wrong with him?
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