The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 198

Callan kissed Kamara’s lips tenderly at first, his arms going around her waist as he drew her more closer to him. She sighed into his mouth, her eyes closed.

She gave herself over to the pleasant feeling feeling he was beginning to arouse inside her.

His mouth became harder on hers, searching, seeking. Demanding.

She clung to him, seeking more contact from him, her breath going erratic. One moment, they were standing before the fireplace, the next, Kamara felt the coolness of the wall behind her back.

When he had her backed against the corner, Callan finally held nto othe last strand of the control he has. pulling back, his forehead caressed hers.

“I’m so sorry, My Lady, I was not thinking. I—“

“No, do not apologized for this, Callan, I…” she took a deep breath, “I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

At her whispered confession, he drew back and really looked at her in shocked delight, “You do…?” he was scared to hope.

She nodded her head, pressing closer to him. “Why did you think I took the risk to be here?” she continued before he could answer.

“It’s because I really want to be with you. I’ve always wanted to for such a long time. I…”

At her hesitaton, his breath logged on his throat. He wanted to hear what she has to say more than he wanted his very next breath.

“Please, tell me…” he urged her, placing a lingering k**s on her pointed white nose.

‘I love you’ lingered on her throat for so long, she practically tasted it. But, she swallowed down the words.

“I…I really care about you.” She admitted at last, unable to meet his gaze.

The ones he was able to say made Callan feel like he was riding the moon. “I care about you too.” He let out in a long breath.

Then, his lips descended on her again. The world fell away around them. They were the only ones that existed in their own world as they kissed and clung to each other.

Callan leaned down a bit and lifted her into his arms. He headed for his bedroom. And, all the while, he didn’t stop kissing her.

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King Lucien stepped out from his bathroom to his bedroom, he was greeted with the sight of Danika sleeping peacefully, curled into herself.

He stopped, his eyes taking in the way her long eyelash protected her eyes, the white flawlessness of her skin and her bandaged arm. The stead rise and fall of her upper body.

Automatically, his eyes went to the swell of her belly.

A feeling that was strange to him a few days ago—but not so strange since the day before—spread all over his chest. Is this what joy feels like?

His eyes lingered for long moments.

Then, he walked towards the other end of the bed and withdrew the discarded bedsheet on the floor, he threw it over her body to cover her up.

Afterwards, he dressed up in steady sure movements. Picking up his gold belt, he began tying it around waist, “Dargak.”

A few moments passed before the door opened and Dargak entered. “Yes, Your Highness.”

“Tell Baski to bring Remeta and the little boy to me.” He stated, reaching for his sandals.

Dargak rushed forward and brought it for him. He knelt down and helped the King fix his legs inside them. “Inside here?”

“No. In the Consultation Room.”

“As your wish, Your Highness.”

“Call Angie too.”

“Yes, Your Highness.” Dargak tied the laces before he turned and rushed out of his Chambers.

The king finished dressing up and walked into the library. He was sorting through the finance book for the upper market when the knock on the door came.

He gave his permission and Angie entered. The King came out of the library and gave him the instructions to do a proper check up on Danika.

Angie got into work immediately, mixing herbs to help Danika sleep well. He began inspecting her injuries, taking out the bandages to replace them with new ones.

The King hovered over him all the while. He informed the King that it’ll be advisable if he wakes her up to answer some questions.

King Lucien shook his head firmly, “Do not wake her, Angie, she needs her rest. I’m sure you can manage on your own.”

“Yes, I am, o-of course, Your Highness.” He rushed out and proceeded to check up on her, his hands going to her sides to press softly.

Angie wasn’t dumb, he knows that the King was intimate with her the next before. He cleared his throat, “When did she stop bleeding?”

The King cocked his head to the side, “A few hours after you left the day before.”

“Mmh,” he nodded his head, strands of his gray hair sticking out to his forehead. “That’s promising.”

Then, he hesitated, staring meaningfully at the King.

When the King waited for him to proceed but he didn’t, he arched his brow at the old man. “Angie?”

“Uhm…if you will p-please excuse me, Your Majesty. The procedure do not need disturbances, or supervision.”

The King cocked his head to the side, “You do not want me here.” It was not a question.

Angie shifted uncomfortably. “It will not take much time, Your Highness.”

He did not move an inch. “Danika is naked under that bedsheet, Angie.”

Will it be wise to let the King know that he examined her yesterday, so he’d seen her nudity just like he’d seen several other women’s, in over twenty five years?

No, it will not be wise. He cleared his throat. “I will m-make sure not to look, Your Highness. I will not take long.”

One full minute past in tensed silence, Angie found himself holding his breath.

It is new to the see the King this way. He does not know what to make of it.

“Alright. I am going to the Consultation Room.” Finally, he g*****d, turning towards the library.

Angie watched his steady, elegant movements as he strode towards the door with his hands behind his back. The old man was still holding his breath.

The King stopped.

“Angie?”

“Yes, Your Highness?” He answered immediately.

He swiveled his head behind, “I am entrusting them to you. I do not want to hear what I do not want to hear.”

With that, he turned and walked out of the door.

Angie let out the breath he was holding at last.