The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 181

“Can I k**s you?”

Kamara’s eyes widened slightly at the unexpected request from Callan. Her cheeks went a deep shade of red, and she lowered her eyes to the ground.

Callan was beating up his head six ways to Sunday for blurting out a request like that. She’s a Lady, and peasants don’t ask Ladies for k****s. What was he thinking?

But that was just the problem. He wasn’t. All evening he’d been drawn to that bow-shaped pink lips repeatedly. The princess is a very beautiful woman.

He shifted uneasily from one foot to another. “I’m so sorry for asking this of you. It was nevery intention to insult you and put you in an uncomfortable situ—“

“Shh…” She took a step towards him and placed a finger to his mouth, shaking her head, “I did not see it like an insult.”

“Oh…” He raised his hand to the short black curls of his head and scratched them nervously.

‘And yes, I would like for you to k**s me.” She whispered shyly.

His eyes widened in surprise at her acceptance, but only for a second. Then, he lowered his head and placed his lips on hers.

Her eyeses slid shut. It didn’t take long for his to do so too. Right there behind the door, he kissed her softly and gently…like a man would savor a favorite meal.

His hands fisted to his side so he wouldn’t give in to the great urge to touch her. Her mouth opened for him on a soft sigh, and he dove in.

That instant he lost all sense of time and place, and began kissing her earnestly. His tongue sucked on her lower lips and she m****d, her breath shaky.

A g*****d slipped from his lips when he felt feminine arms on his shoulders, she hung on to him as he kissed her over and over again until they were both lightheaded.

Along the way, he had her backed up against the wall and his hand on her petticoat-covered breast as he ravished her. Finally, he pulled back, breathing like he’d just raced a horse and stared up at her.

Her eyes were glassy, dazed with desire. He wanted her. He wanted to do so much more…

But, he took a step back, not wanting to disrespect her in that way. “You’re most beautiful, My Lady.”

Kamara could barely catch her breath, her legs felt like rubber but she forced herself to keep standing at her feet. She’d been kissed by a few lovers before, but none felt as heart-melting as Callan’s k**s.

“I s-should get going. My f-father…” She began, flustered.

“Yes. Yes, of course.” he rushed out. Then, he inclined his head in acknowledgment, “Thank you so much, My Lady, for your visit. It was the most pleasant part of my day.”

She glowed under the compliment but did her best to hide it like a lady would to avoid embarrassing herself. Instead, she inclined his head too. “I enjoyed your company too. I will v-visit some other time.”

“I await your visit again, My Lady.”

She nodded and turned towards the door. He reached for it before her and opened it. She murmured her thanks and walked right back it.

Covering her hood above her head, she walked well away from his house and into the woods before she allowed herself a full-blown smile on her face.

She touched her lips tentatively…caressingly.

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Haydara held the plate of food tight so it wouldn’t fall as she made her way around her small house to her son’s bedroom.

Her back was aching, she knows she needs to get off her foot before her husband comes back from the market and scolds her for working herself to exhaustion in her condition.

But, she couldn’t help it. Especially not with the visitor she has in her house since morning…and it’s late at night now.

She entered the room which had only a small tattered bed and two bags of clothes wrapped in a cloth.

The woods it was build with might have grown tattered and the ground bumpy and uneven, but every part of the house is clean. She makes sure of that.

“Hey…” She entered the bedroom, “I brought in food.”

Her son smiled at her in gratitude, “Thank you, Mama.”

But, the girl shook the head she buried on the pillow. “No. I’m not hungry.”

Haydara dropped the food on the small wooden table anyway. “You have to eat something. You’ve been crying all day and I bet you haven’t eating anything.”

When she didn’t raise her head, Haydara got up, leaving the food there as she walked away from the bedroom and closed the door for them.

Silence descended. It was only interrupted by her sniffles.

“You have to eat somefing. You are hungwy.” It wasn’t a question either.

Remeta finally raised her head and looked at the boy before her. Her heart was hurting badly. Guilt and pain has overwhelmed her.

“I am hungry, but I’m not sure I can eat.” She admitted.

“Twy. Twy and eat.” Came to tiny voice of Corna, “It is not your fault.”

“I feel like it’s my fault. I wanted to help my Queen, the King and the Prince so bad, but I didn’t know what to do! I ran away like a coward!” She cried, her heart heavy.

Corna’s small head cocked to the side, “We are not alwowed to help. Fate is alweady wwitten. You interfer and you change them—“

“I know that, Corna, I know. Fate is already written in the stars. I interfere and I change them, rarely for the better and mostly for the worst. A little interference can change the future, rarely for the better and mostly for the worst.” Remeta rushed out the already memorized words out of her mouth.

“You know the words of the spiwits.” Corna’s eyes widened.

Remeta snorted through her tear, “Of course, I know the words of the spirits. They ring on my head countless times a day. My Queen’s future is so bright, the thought of ruining it makes Remeta dreadful.”

“Here.” Little Corna pushed the food at her, “Twy and eat. Your Mama is worwied sick.”

Remeta took the plate of portage. The foods at the palace looks better, but she was very thankful for the food. Using the wooden spoon, she scooped the stew to her mouth.

Surprisingly, it tasted so good. Daain, her fox, beside her wanted some, so, she scooped it into her mouth too.

“Your Mama cooks great like my mama.” Remeta complimented.

Corna beamed at her. “My mama is a good cook. She does better when she isn’t cawwying my wittle sister inside her, but my sister is a twouble baby. She won’t let mama do much.” His small face glowed his pride.

Remeta nodded as she ate. “Small children in the belly are like that, Remeta knows. The Prince troubles my Queen just to be with his father, but now he feels so hurt and betrayed that his father would hurt him, he wants to leave but his mother’s cries keeps him tethering with indecision. He feels so hurt.”

“His father do not mean to hurt him. The King is hurt beyond words.” Corna explained sagely.

Remeta hung her head. “I know that, but the Prince doesn’t. I cannot imagine what the King is going through. It hurts Remeta!”

“Why did you come to me?” Corna asked, curiously.

Remeta sniffled, wiping her tears. “I don’t know. My legs carried me here.”

“I know. Because I’m wike you.”

She shrugged, “Maybe.”

She ate in silence after that, until she finished her food. “Thank you so much, Corna. Thank your Mama too.”

“Do you feel better?” He asked, concerned.

Remeta checked herself to know if she was feeling better. Her eyes blurred again as fresh tears came to her eyes.

“Guess, Remeta is not feeling better!” She lowered herself to the pillow and began crying again.

Corna sighed heavily, staring at his visitor. “Stop cwying. It’s not your fault, you warned her wepeatedwy.”

“Beware of the Three W! Beware of the Three W! Remeta kept warning and warning, but it is not Queen’s fault. She did not understand either. Remeta didn’t too!” She mourned miserably.

Corna began patting her back reassuringly. “Happens to me too. Sometimes, I do not know what it means either, but it will not stop pwaying in my head. Maybe the spiwits hides words so that we would not be fowced to interfere.”

“Then, why have this gift!? It’s useless to Remeta! It hurts Remeta!” She lashed out.

“But you know it’s not usewess. You know…”

“It only comes to you when it’s too late. The missing words… The meaning…” she added.

“Yes.” Corna seconded.

She raised her head, wiping her tears. “It only came to Remeta this morning. Beware of the Three W. Beware of the Three Witnesses…”

“…Your Mother, the King and his mistress.” Corna finished it.