Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
“Heavens, I should have known. Your eyes…” Her eyes turned towards the king and back at her Callan. The deep blue eyes were almost identical.
Then they were hugging again. The princess was so emotional. The heavens were with her! No more marrying the king of Salem! The love of her life was not a peasant! He was not only privileged, but someone more! He was royalty. Full-fledged. He was the cousin’s brother of the king of Salem himself!
She was crying, the words rambling from her mouth as she hugged him as tight as she could. Oh, how she couldn’t wait for her father to hear this! For his useless mistress, Donna, to hear!
Oh, how she couldn’t wait to see her father anytime soon so she could rub it in his face!
Indeed, Heaven was with her. She could have happinessandperform her duties as a princess.
Coza was sheathing in rage. His anger and furious state knew no comparison.
Everything was going down the drain!
Everything!
Not only did Talia not succeed in killing anybody, but she also got exposed and was killed by the king.
Vetta did not kill the queen of Mombana. No, his former master’s daughter was still alive doing heavens-knows-what!
And the worst?
Prince Declan. Prince Declan was alive!
Picking up his favorite wooden chair, he threw it across the cave wall and watched it break to pieces. “Aaaargh!” he shoutedin rage! “Everything is falling apart! Everything!!!” he raged, kicking the table repeatedly.
It did nothing to alleviate his anger! Nothing! Another royalty was back, so Salem was not safe to attack for now.
No, he knew what would alleviate his anger. Time was running out. His patience had run too thin.
No, it was time he went all out!
With that thought in mind, he drafted out a message in a scroll, walked outside his cage, and sent it out using the messenger bird. The message was for his troops-the army he had kept hidden for the past six years. His captain would know that message for what it was. It was a signal.
Tomorrow morning, they would attack Mombana.
No more hiding.
No more waiting.
It is war.
His greatest advantage was that Mombana would never see it coming. Like Salem never did fifteen years ago.
It was almost midnight, and King Lucien just got out of the shower. His heart was lighter for the first time in years. The joy in his heart immeasurable. He had stayed with Declan since he came back. Even after his reunion with his princess, he’d remained with him in his chambers.
Now, he’d finally left to go, either to catch some sleep or spend more time with his princess.
King Lucien finished toweling his body when a hesitant knock came to his door.
“Who is there?” Taking out his nightclothes, he surveyed the garment carefully.
“Remeta, Your Highness,” came the familiar voice. But it wasn’t small and tiny like Remeta’s normal voice. It was bold. Too bold.
The voice of the seer.
King Lucien abandoned his nightclothes, and with his towel firmly around his waist, he walked to the door and pulled it open.
Remeta stood there, staring right at him, but he could tell that her eyes weren’t seeing him. They were dazed.
“The prince awaits his father, but he is ready to come forth. He cannot wait any longer.” Her eyes finally pinned him. “Go. Now. Your queen and your son are in danger already. Not one danger, but two. They need you.”
King Lucien tried to grab her words. “I do not-“
“Who the queen does not expect will give her life for hers. Heaven will cry, for she has suffered. Who your queen does not expect will give her life for hers. The heavens will cry, for she has suffered,” she repeated. Then she added, “Go. Now. The prince awaits his father, but he is ready to come forth.”…
Bathed and dressed in her nighties, Princess Kamara lay in bed, her heart filled with elation and peace for the first time in a long time.
Her Callan-no, Declan-is no peasant after all but a prince. The knowledge was going to take some time to get used to.
At the sound of her door opening, her eyes slipped open. Declan stood at her door dressed in a white coif robe with the rope tied into knots at the front. Her heart fluttered. The temperature of her bedroom seemed to have dropped as her eyes met his.
“Declan.” She had no idea what she wanted to say, only that he was too far.
“I think I’m finally ready to take what belongs to me, my lady. I’m ready to make you mine.” His cheeks went ruby, but his eyes held hers. “If you are ready…”
Her hand stretched out in beckoning of him. “I have been ready for a long time, my prince.” A small almost-shy smile followed the pronunciation of his entitlement.
“No, please call me Declan, my lady,” he responded with a smile of his own as he closed the distance between them. “I like hearing my name on your lips.”
“Declan. But I want you to call me by my name. Not ‘my lady’ and not Princess Kamara. I do not have a status higher than yours.”
He reached closer to her, and his eyes landed on her small pink lips. “I love calling you my lady.” He lowered his head and kissed her neck.
Her eyes slid closed. “Declan,” she breathed out.
He pulled back. She opened her mouth to say a word. He simply bent and covered it with his own. At that moment, everything else fell away. Nothing else mattered but him and his kisses. It was unlike all the other kisses they’d shared before. It was scorching, and it was raw. It ignited like the flame she was.
His tongue pushed into her mouth, sweet and demanding, the hot slide of it making her gasp. Princess Kamara tipped her head back against the wall to deepen the angle, letting him take whatever he wanted, then taking in return. Exploring the heady, alcoholic flavor of him as the rest of the world fell away.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Dayson was the alpha of the largest pack in North America. Powerful figures from other packs sought to offer gorgeous girls as potential mates for Dayson. He steadfastly rejected these advances, he was not a pawn to be manipulated. But eventually there came a mysterious girl he could hardly say No. Who was she?