The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 190

King Lucien paid them no heed. All his attention was on the willowy blond lying before him. He bend down and lifted Danika into his arms.

When her head rolled to one side, he cradled her close. Dried tears outlined her cheeks, her eyes closed. He didn’t take his eyes away from her face as he began giving orders.

“Baski, get all the herbs you can possibly need and bring them to my Chambers. Dargak, send the guards out to call Angie, the medicine man. Tell him I request for him and all his disciples to my Chambers. Garon, go to my Chambers and pick Remeta and a boy. Take them to Baski’s Chambers and have one of Angie’s discipline look at them when they get here.”

“On it, Your Highness!” The both of them replied at the same time and hurried out of sight.

The King walked out of the dungeon, shaking his head when Chad offered to take Danika again.

He held her, and he wouldn’t stop looking at her as he walked. So, Chad walked beside him, making sure he strode the right path as they walked back to his Chambers.

This woman carries his child inside her. Danika is carrying his child inside her body. She never laid with another man. She has never consented or thought of laying with another man.

And now, she’s sick and it’s all his fault. His son is in danger and it’s all his fault.

His hand tightened around her as her head laid right above his head. He trusted Chad to lead him well. He ignored the shards of pain coming from his left leg.

Sally walked behind them, crying with relief. Her Princess has been vindicated! She could’nt stop sobbing. Couldn’t hold it in at all.

Oh, God! Thank Heavens!

Vetta was too dumbfounded as she followed closely behind them. Her mind was numb. She couldn’t fanthom what was going on.

What is happening!?

As she watched the way the King held Danika, it was too much for her. Her eyes teared up as rage filled her.

What the hell is happening!?

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Three hours later, the King sat on a chair beside Danika’s bed, watching the rise and fall of her chest.

The medicine people have attended to her. Herbs, pills, drugs, seeds, portions, concoctions, all of them. He’d instructed them to use every single one of them, because he couldn’t afford to loose her.

Everyone had gotten to work. Five of them including Baski had focused and worked on Danika while the words of the seers replayed on his mind over and over again.

Afterwards, Angie walked to him. “She has a bad fever and she is dehydrated. For a woman of her condition, that is very bad. Not to mention that she has lost too much b***d…and still loosing. But we have done everything we can. Let’s hope that what we did was enough, Your Highness.”

“It better be enough, Angie. It better be.”

His low voice came out deadly, his face unreadable. But his eyes betrayed so much pain.

Angie shifted uncomfortably at his feet and continued, “She is with child, Your Highness.” His confusion was clear.

“Yes, she is, Angie. She is carrying my child.” His voice protective and filled with pride.

Angie gasped, shocked to the bone. “But, how is that possible…?”

The King’s eyes found Danika on the bed. “She made it possible, Angie. That woman on the bed, made it possible.”

“This is a miracle!”

“It is.” His eyes went to Danika’s belly, “How is my child, Angie? Choose your words carefully, for I do not know what I will do if your words are not the ones I want to hear.”

Fear filled the older man. He has never seen the King this way. He is not a man to bluff.

He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “We have done everything we could to stop the b-bleeding but it wouldn’t stop. If it continues for much longer, the child will be g-gone and her body flushed.”

Silence had descended.

He’d looked Angie in the eyes then, “For my sake, for your sake, for the sake of all of us…let’s hope it does not continue like that.”

Now, alone with her in his Chambers, his eyes trailed her breathing. Her eyes remained closed, her hair wild on the pillow around her head. Bandages covered her body.

Raising his hand, he took her soft willowy one into his own, pressing it to his lips. He kissed it tenderly. “What have I done?”

He closed his eyes and he can only remember his accusations of her. The things he thought of her. The collar-shock. Her pained cries as she convulsed there on the floor of the storeroom.

His child. She carries his child. A child that belongs to him… His seed.

His eyes went to her belly, covered up by her white flimsy long petticoat. Then, he let go of her hand and placed it tentatively at her belly. He felt her bump.

Remeta’s robotic words filled his head.

“Yes. That child is yours. You are also the only man that has ever been with that woman. Your child feels betrayed by his own beloved father, for causing him pain when you used the shock-collar. He leaves.”

He caressed her belly tentatively, like he was scared to rub too hard and cause her pain. And cause his child pain. He opened his mouth but no word came out. He closed his mouth and tried again.

“I…” Swallowing, his eyes on the movement of his hand, he g*****d. “I’m so sorry, little one.”

The first words made it easier, and the rest followed. “I am so sorry. It was never my intention to hurt you. I am sorry for causing you pain. Your father is apologizing for everything.”

He allowed the tears to cloud his eyes. On that moment, he does not care if anybody walks in on him. If Danika rises and sees him in such vulnerable state.

What mattered most to him is reaching his child.

He lowered his head and kissed her stomach, his eyes closed and the tears splashed on the globe. He finally let the pain of these past few days, which he kept so buried inside him to wash over him.

“I know you’re angry at me. I know you want to leave. Please, don’t go, son. Stay with me.” He g*****d, more tears splashed from his eyes, “Now, that I finally have you…please, don’t rip yourself away from me. Stay with me, with your mother. I will live with the guilt and the pain of what I did for the rest of my days.”

He couldn’t stop caressing her belly. Couldn’t stop talking. Couldn’t stop tearing up.

“Gods, I don’t know what I did to deserve this… A child…? A son..? I never expected this. I never did. How can I, they all said I can never do it. The doctors said. Cone made sure of it.”

His eyes found Danika’s face, her closed her. He took her hand back into his, holding on tight. “You gave me the biggest miracle. You carry the most precious part of me inside of you. Danika, I am so sorry. For not believing you… For not giving you a chance. I am so sorry for feeling so devastated over what I saw. So devasted.”

He placed her hand on her belly, his hand holding hers there. “You have to be fine. For me. For this life we created together. For this precious gift you gave an unworthy man. My child? I am most terrified, the thoughts have not left my head. Danika, you better be fine.”

Staring at her face again, his visions blurred again. “You have to be fine. For I do not know what will become of me, if you leave with this precious gift you gave me.”

“My son. My child.” He cannot stop saying those words, “Your father did something foolish, but do not leave me the same way they all left me. I have lost everyone I have ever cared for. My parents. Malia. Declan.”

“Please, do not leave me the same way they did. Do not let me have that burden of knowing I received a precious gift and he was ripped away from me…and it was my fault. I will go mad. I will not be able to bear it. Please, do not leave me.”

Then, he lowered his head on her belly and closed his eyes. He let his tears run. He let the knowledge wash over him. He let himself feel his own child. His own.

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