The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 260

Two days later…

Sonma is in his late seventies, his gray hair held in a small bond behind his head. But, unlike his agemates, he is strong and capable for his age.

He did his best to ignore his visitor while he concentrates on the spells he’s trying to wove together but it is proofing to be an impossible feat. Who can ignore a man like this one?

His visitor dominated his sitting room. Dressed in the most expensive leather he has ever seen in a long time, everything about him screamed ‘power’ even without a crown on his head. A long scar slashed his left cheek, giving him a savage look he would have done without—the man will look scary either way.

Leaned back against the wall behind him, his visitor has his arms crossed together, looking too relaxed and tensed at the same time. Has he mentioned that his visitor is not smiling?

In fact, there are almost visible frown lines to his chiseled face that told Sonma that his visitor frowns more than most. A very serious, scary King, this one.

“Are you done?” The King asked after an infinite time of silence.

“No, Your Majesty. I’ve cooked up the last spell, it will boil well in a little while.” He explained.

The King nodded curtly in a way that loudly says, ‘I do not like to be kept waiting.’

Sonma cleared his throat and faced his spells. How did their Queen manage to serve this man for fourteen months? Their Queen is indeed a strong woman.

Time passed.

Then, the King finally took the nearest chair “So, I heard that there’s an important occasion going on tonight in Mombana’s Court.”

“Oh, it is late evening now, Your Highness, it goes without saying that the Royal Banquet already started. Our Queen will be choosing a deserving man who will rule our Kingdom with her.” the old man allowed his excitement to show through his smile, “We can hardly wait.”

“Mmmh.” King Lucien gritted his teeth, “I heard there are some…special rules to this banquet?”

Sonma thought about it as he snuffs out the fire and opened his pot of spell. “Oh? I don’t really know much, Your Highness, but a visitor I had yesterday who is a nobleman said a few things.”

“A few things?” The King inquired with a calmness that belied his curiosity.

The poor man pondered on how much to say and not to say, even as he wondered on the King’s curiosity. It is not a secret how much this King hates their Queen and with good reasons too.

They also know that their Queen’s child belongs to this King too, but the cub is not one made out of love or any good feeling at all, as there is none between the two people involved. It is only a given that a child was made from their time together because their Queen was his slave for more than a year.

So, Sonma cleared his throat, “Well, according to my visitor, there are some procedures they have to go through to pick out the most deserving. There are also some questions to be asked. The Queen will dance with some of the noblemen, and if she chooses anyone, she is allowed to go to bed with him tonight if she chooses.”

Silence.

“What!?” One word so calmly spoken still sounded like a bomb in the small house.

Sonma missed his reaction. The old man was mixing his hot liquid together in all concentration he would have seen the way his visitor’s fingers balled into tight fists…and the fact that he sat up in the squeaky old chair.

The older man continued his tale cluelessly, “Well, personally, I do not think it should be done because the lass is heavy with a young cub, and it’ll be too much of a job, ye’ see. But them Ministers made it a possibility ’cause our Queen has been in collar for ages. Ain’t easy to be there, ye’ see.” he picked up his pot and began stirring the hot liquid, “So, if our Queen has developed some unusual…urges, she needs to know her new King can…uhm…satisfy her that way, ye’ know.”

“I see.”

Sonma nodded as he stirred his hot liquid, “Yeah, yeah. Them noblemen don’t mind her heavy state, ye’ see. In fact, my visitor looked as eager as a night guard dog for meat. Said he’d just pretend the belly ain’t there ’cause the Queen is very attractive.”

He takes, reaching for a new bottle, “Them lads are in fact lookin forward to gettin under the Queen’s petticoat, ye’ see. Our Queen is beautiful. Aye, good reason too—” CLAAAAAANG!!!!!

The old man jerked at the unexpected sound, his head whipped towards his visitor.

King Lucien had banged his hand loudly on the table, his eyes glaring daggers at the old man.

Sonma is suddenly reminded of a wild anger lion. Fear filled his system. “I-Is it what I s-said, Your Highness?”

King Lucien was breathing hard. He tried his damnest to calm himself but it is proving to be an impossible feat.

Cold eyes sliced the rain checker. “Your visitor. What. Is. His. Name.?” He spoke through gritted teeth.

“Nobleman S-Scott, Your Highness.” The words rushed out of Sonma’s lips. “The eldest son of the Riverdale family.”

The King knows that family distinctively. Very rich. Powerful.

A perfect candidate that can win a Queen, his mind whispered.

His hand fisted tighter.

His eyes looks….murderous. The poor old man shrank away from him, blatantly fearful.

He fixed the old man with his eyes, “Are we done here, Sonma. I need to be somewhere else.”