Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t here. I didn’t protect you. I’m so sorry. Please, don’t do this.” But it was already done. She was gone. He kissed her hair, tears running down his face. Not as silent as the angry thunderclaps in the sky outside.
Then he felt it. A very tiny twitch of her arm.
He stilled. Jerked back instantly and glanced hard at her.
She was still so still. So very quiet.
But-
“She’s breathing!” one of the medicine men shouted as he rushed forward and knelt in front of them. “It’s shallow. Very tiny breaths, but she’s breathing!”
King Lucien pulled away immediately and let both men look at her. Let this be true!
“There are these herbs I see in her wounds. It’s…eeeh,” the man gasped. “Levs-balm! Someone must have used Levs-balm for her wounds. It stopped the bleeding and numbed her body, dulling the pain! It saved her life!”
His queen. Gratitude and sheer love almost burst from the king. It would be no one else but Danika.
“There’s no guarantee that she’ll survive-she has lost too much blood,” the other man said sadly.
“Do everything you can.” The king’s bloodshot eyes met theirs. “Do everything you can to save this woman, do you hear me?” His voice was heated.
“Loud and clear, Your Majesty!” They bent then and lifted Vetta away from the pool of blood that was a mix of hers and Coza’s.
Relief beat through the king’s body in waves. For only a few more seconds.
There was still so much going on.
Vetta is still in so much danger.
Danika’s life is in danger.
His son’s life is also in danger.
He rose from the bloody floor and hurried out of the bedroom, his destination being Baski’s bedroom.
In Baski’s bedroom, Danika sprawled on the bed screaming in agonizing pain. After yet another strong push, she panted in heavy exhaustion.
“Push, my queen, PUSH!” Baski shouted from in-between her spread legs.
“Can’t…can’t…” Whispers came from her overtired body. Queen Danika shook her head from side to side. She had been pushing. Now, she was so tired, she just wanted to sleep.
“Danika!” Baski shrieked in worried panic. “You can’t give up now; you were doing a good job!”
“My princess, please…” Sally pleaded, holding Danika’s hand. She stayed beside the other woman, offering comfort.
“Tired… Tired..” the queen could only manage, her pain-filled eyes closing, and opening…and closing again.
Kedo, the medicine man, and two of his apprentices, joined Baski. Whatever they were doing there was hurting Danika so much. In fact, her whole body was one giant pain; she had no idea where one stopped and the other began.
There was a crowd outside Baski’s bedroom. The ministers. The people of Mombana. They are all waiting for the good news of the birth of the prince, even as they made happy jubilation noises at the victory of Mombana in the sudden war that erupted. King Lucien walked past them and entered the bedroom.
Baski’s face was one of relief as they all turned and saw the king. “My king! Thank the gods you’re here!” she gasped.
He strode toward the queen, whose eyes opened at the sound of the door opening. “L-Lucien!” she cried, tears in her eyes as she saw her king.
“Dearling,” he said, taking the spot Sally vacated immediately after she saw him. “What is going on?” That curt question was directed at Baski.
“She won’t push!” the woman began.
“Danika, dearling, you have to help get the baby out,” he said in the gentlest voice ever, his eyes peering down into her tired ones.
“I hurt!” she cried in a tired voice. “He does not…want to come…out. He’s being so…mean to me, Lucien.”
“I’m here now,” he kissed her sweaty forehead. “I’m here now, dearling. He needs help to get out. He needs mama’s help to get out, dearling. Try again, Dani?”
“Okay, okay, okay.” Each word was a hot breath from her nose, but her king’s presence had renewed her strength.
She followed Baski and Kedo’s instructions: pressing down when they asked her to, holding her breath when they asked her to, and pushing when they asked her to. The king was right there, holding her and comforting her.
The cry of the prince filled the air.
Baski carried out a small bundle and raised him in the air with tears of joy spilling from her face. “You did it! Oh, my queen, you did it!”
Behind the door, there were jubilation and shouts of joy at the sound of the baby’s loud cry.
While holding his woman, the king’s eyes were transfixed on the baby, whose vociferous, piercing shrill was so loud in the air. His eyes tracked Baski’s eyes as she hurried forward and placed the baby in the queen’s arms.
At the sight of the baby, Danika began weeping like a child. This time, it was tears of indescribable joy. A great feeling of love watched over her as she held her baby.
“It is worth it. The pains…the aches, everything. He is worth it!” she cried, staring up at the king. “Take a look at our baby, my king.”
The king wasn’t able to speak. He could only caress the baby’s forehead in reverence. The child had the bluest eyes the king had ever seen-even bluer than his.
A few minutes later, the king held his baby for the first time. Indeed, it was worth it. The most handsome boy ever born. His heart was filled with so much love for the small bundle that had gone to sleep in his arms.
Tears filled his eyes for the second time today, not caring at all about the people in the bedroom.
It was tears of joy and love. For the first time in over sixteen years, he felt complete.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
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