The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 139

IN THE KINGDOM OF NAVIA

Callan rose from the bed when he couldn’t sleep anymore. He was sweating profusely from the nightmare he just had.

Bids and pieces of images that doesnt make sense, filled with screams and human torture. He knows it’s slavery at it’s peak, and that was one thing he knows for sure about himself.

He is a slave and he was left for death. A young woman saved him somehow and an old woman saved me too by bringing him to this kingdom. A privileged woman in this kingdom has been so dedicated, taking care of him.

He knows her as ‘Lady’. He address her as ‘My lady’ because he doesn’t know her name. She comes her all the time with her personal maid, bringing him foods and herbs, and helping him.

He will forever be grateful to her, even though he hasn’t seen her in a long while. She stopped coming around one day, and only recently, he found out that she’s the princess of this kingdom.

And, he went to another kingdom to court with her suitor.

He strode towards the window and looked out of it to the darkness of the night. His house is isolated from most houses because he doesn’t like noises and disturbances. He built this small house here five years ago, and he likes it.

Crossing his arms, he watched the night. He allowed his mind to wander where he never allowed them to do so before. My lady.

He wondered how she is? Does she have a good suitor who will take good care of her?

She’s a good woman, the best he has seen among privileged women and he was so surprised when he found out that she’s a princess.

She wasn’t spoilt, mean and wicked like other princesses he has heard about, instead, she was cool, reserved and an elegant lady.

He’d never seen a more beautiful woman. It has been a long time, but he still can’t forget what she looks like…and what her smile is like.

He’d wondered time and again why a woman like her would mingle with the likes of him, and always he gets no answer. She’d seen a peasant like him almost dying at the side of the road five years ago, with no memories of his past and with no name and identity.

And yet, she’d gotten people to carry him to shelter and she’d been nursing him since. Three women aided him and saved his life.

A young woman from his own kingdom who gave him water to drink after he was left for death.

The old woman who’s chariot he’d hidden inside and drove all the way from his kingdom to this place.

And his lady. The Princess Kamara. The only princess of the kingdom of Navia, soon to be married to the King of Salem.

As Callan stood before the window, wondering how she’s doing and her wellbeing, he heard that name again in his mind.

Declan.

He has been hearing that name since the night a man roared out that name in his nightmares. Is he Declan?

Who is that man? Why hasn’t he tried to look for him…? Has he tried and haven’t found him?

Who is that man?