The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 178

Kamara stayed with Callan until evening.

Occasionally, she worried that her father might already be back from court and noticed that she’s not in her room. But, she didn’t let it bother her much.

How can she? When she got the opportunity to spend very good time with Callan. They’d made little conversations about how he’s been these part few months.

She told him about her Courting Week. How good Salem is. All her experiences. She excluded the few moments she had with the King, not wanting to spoil their moment together.

In turn, he told her that he hasn’t regained his memories, but he did tell her that his wounds are healing properly.

Kamara knows that Callan is unhappy about his lost memory, it makes him agitated, not knowing a lot of things; his past, where he’s from, his family.

Being unhappy about it, also made Kamara very unhappy about his loss of memory…mainly because he’s unhappy. Deep down in her heart, she admits that she’s a little relieved about it.

What if his past takes him far away from her? The thought is quite dreadful.

What if he already has a family somewhere far away who misses him? A wife…? A child…?

“Why are you sad, My Lady? Did I do something wrong?” His brows was knitted in worry as he asked.

Kamara was drawn back to reality. She shook her head, “No, no, of course not. I was just thinking… It’s nothing.”

He hesitated. It worried him that he might have did something to make her sad.

She’d spent hours in this small house of his, and deep within himself he realized how much he enjoyed her presence. It gave life to his home…to him.

“Truly, I’m fine.” She smiled in reassurance, looking out of the window, “Although, I’ll have to get going soon. It’s almost sundown, my father will soon be finishing with court.”

Callan got up when she did. “Alright, My Lady. Although, I doubt if he will search for you immediately he gets out of court. It tends to drain them and leave them tired.”

Kamara was on her way to the door, she stopped immediately and turned to him with surprise on her face. “That’s true. But, how do you know how the court is like?”

It dawned on Callan what he said. He stopped too, his brows knitted in a frown. How did he know that?

“I-I have no idea.” He responded truthfully. He cracked his brain, trying to think of anything else but his head remained blank.

Peasants weren’t supposed to know that. Kamara cocked her head to the side, thinking about it.

“I might have been a bodyguard before I lost mt memory.” Callan guessed with a nervous smile on his face, trying to ease the tension in the air.

It was supposed to be a funny statement, but Kamara really pondered on that. “Now that I actually think about it, I don’t think it’s such a bad idea.”

Callan began shaking his head, but she persisted, her eyes looking him over. “You know about the court, you can use the sword too. It will also explain how you know how to write. Not to mention…”

“Mention what?” He asked curiously after she trailed off.

Kamara’s cheeks heated up. She cleared her throat and added, “Not to mention h-how good your physique is looking. Even the wounds and scars you washed up our shores carrying on your body, it might be battle scars. And you have the wide chest of a warrior.”

Pleasure sizzled inside Callan’s body that she would notice all these about him. She has a good memory of him, and she has taken quite good notice of his body.

Wouldn’t that mean that she likes him?

No. It wouldn’t mean that at all, he cautioned himself.

He led her to the door and they faced each other. Silence descended.

“Can I k**s you?” Callan blurted out.

*****†******

The King does not walk so regally anymore. In fact, he looked like he was doing his best to keep from staggering on his feet as his walked.

Vetta watched him closely, ignoring the painful pinches she was feeling on her abdomen.

She has been feeling that tiny needle-like pinches since she took her Fertility Pills.

She followed right behind him. “Your Highness, I’m so sorry that you had to go through that. Danika did something so abominable…! I’m so sorry that you had to witness that.”

He did not turn around. Neither did his steps falter.

He kept walking to his bedroom, saying absolutely nothing.

“I don’t know how to make you feel better, Your Majesty.” She continued, hurriedly following him closely, “Danika betrayed you in the worst possible way. Having a lover all along behind your back, sleeping with him at the storeroom for heavens knows how long? Getting pregnant for him and trying to pin it on you?”

He flinched again like he’d been slapped. But, he kept on walking.

She shook her head sympathetically. “She is indeed, her father’s daughter. So heartless and—“

“Get lost.” A calm monotone penetrated her, sending a chill down her body.

What? She did not think she heard him correctly.

“My King?” They have gotten to his Chambers and he’d walked into it, while she was at the door.

He threw a glance at her behind his shoulder. “Get. Lost.”

Okay. She never expected him to push her away so blatantly. He has never done that before.

Swallowing tightly, she wondered what Danika would do in this situation.

The former Princess might be very afraid of the king like every other human being, but she would have taken a bold step anyway to go close to him. To try to calm him. Help him.

Maybe, that was how she got a powerful man like him to fall for her.

Vetta squared her shoulders. Well, she can do that too.

“I know you’re hurt, Lucien…” She began in a voice she hopes was a soothing voice, “I know you feel so betrayed because of what she did. I want to help you…”

“Get out, Vetta.” He walked into his wardrobe and began taking off his clothes.

Vetta tried to know what was going on through his mind, but there was no way to know that.

His inscrutable cold face made her scared, and his strangely calm demeanor is downright terrifying.

“Can I come in?” She pushed, “I can stay with you in case you need someone to—”

He raised his eyes and looked at her, effectively cutting her off without saying a word.

“Get lost from my presence, Vetta, I want to be alone. I don’t need you. I don’t need anybody.” He stated baldly, his cold eyes holding hers, “If I have to say it again, I will banish you from Salem just to get rid of your presence. Get lost from my side. I do not want to see your face.”

That said, he turned and walked back to his inner Chambers. He closed the door.