The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 234

He lowered his head and stared at the empty lane. Two guards patrolled by. “It is not my decision to make anymore. I am giving her a choice.”

“No, you aren’t. To uncollar her is to give her a choice, but to make her a Queen is to take the choice of her ever staying away from her. Please, don’t do it… Please. You deserve to be happy! She deserves to be happy too!”

He will not budge. “She has a duty to her people. Once I uncollar her, being a free person isn’t an option, Baski. She was a princess. Her father’s throne is empty. She has a duty to fill it.”

Baski cut in. “And hold a Royal Banquet, and take a husband who will rule with her. And produce heirs to the throne.” She paused, “She will be forced to take a husband by DUTY! She is very beautiful and she has power! Another man will have her! Are you truly okay with it?”

But even as she asked, she knows that he is not okay with it at all. His fists was clenched tightly to his sides.

“A man who will be deserving of her. Who isn’t battling insanity with so much scars on him and a hunger for her that always has her breathing through the nose to keep the pain of the intercourse at bay.” He spared her a glance, “You know I am not a normal man. Cone made sure of that.”

“She knows too, My King. She knows and yet, she loves you wholeheartedly.”

Silence met her words.

She shook her head miserably. “But, that is what all this is about? You do not believe. You think she will grab the freedom and power you offer, take to her Kingdom in a flash, drop all her pretence of loving you, get married to a man of her dreams and live happily ever after.”

He raised his hands and stared at them. They were watery and swimming, not because he has weird hands but because his eyes are blurry with tears.

He blinked hard to keep them away. This isn’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 fills like there’s a mountain is growing in there. It hurts. It hurts 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 knows the King so much. This subject is 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 has never sounded more alone than he did at this moment. “I gave her dinner and prepared her bed. But, we both know she wouldn’t be there. She’ll be in the Golden Chambers.”

In his Chambers. He does not think he can bear seeing her tonight. It will be too much for him, for he is barely hanging on a thread. “Can you go there and take her?”

Baski shook her head. “I’m afraid that this is the one thing I can’t help you with. If you want her out, you have to go and face her yourself.”

“Baski…” He g*****d.

“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 hurts badly.

*****

His scent was everywhere. Danika kept her nose deeply buried in the mattress as she worried herself to no ends.

It’s late at night and he isn’t in his bed Chambers. She was too worried to sleep. Her baby must be as worried as she is, or already asleep because he was being too quiet.

This last two weeks hasn’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, his steps faltered. Danika was lying down on his bed facing him, her eyes trailed 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 is wrong. Something is seriously wrong.

“What are you doing here?” His voice came out hard. He wasn’t lying when he told Baski that he’s barely hanging on 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 needs 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 g*****d 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 has 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, 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 to her.

Tomorrow, he will loose her.