The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 263

King Lucien stood at the door of her bedroom.

The Queen went into shock, her eyes glued at the dark silhouette of the man standing at her door.

“How dare you speak to me like—” Lord Riverdale whirled around angrily to face the voice that has the guts to threaten him, only for him to come face-to-face with a man he has only heard about but has never seen. He cut off suddenly.

He has never seen this man before, but the instant he set his eyes on him, Lord Riverdale knows it’s him.

King Lucien, the powerful King of Salem.

He was bathed in darkness where he stood, no one can make out his features really well except for the blue eyes that shone in the dark.

So, how did he know it’s the King he has never seen but have only heard about through reverent whispers from the people? How did he know that it’s the scary King who’s strength and power inspires fear, respect and reverence from the people?

But as he asked himself that question, his mind provided the answer immediately.

Apart from the exceptional blue eyes, It takes a great man to radiate primitive dominance and make the air sizzle with indescribable power just by leaning in shadows at the door of a bedroom.

Lord Riverdale swallowed tightly, “The K-King of Salem?”

“Step away from her.” Words as calm as his first statements.

Shivers ran down Lord Riverdale’s back, but he wouldn’t let himself be bullied like a coward. He lifted his chin, “I’m afraid that you no longer have the right to make such demands, Your Highness. Our Queen is no longer your Slave, hence, she is no longer yours.”

He didn’t move. “Step away from my woman and child while I am still trying to be rational, Lord Waterdale.”

The man flushed behind his ears. “It is Riverdale, Your Majesty. You insult my name.”

“Do not keep me waiting, Lord Waterbird.” His voice dropped an octave.

Lord Riverdale found himself taking four steps away from the Queen before his brain can interprete his actions.

“Alright, f-fine, Your Highness.” he muttered, “But I still have a right to be here as I am courting the Queen. She is the only person with the right to tell me to leave and I will—”

“Leave.” Queen Danika’s whisper interrupted him. She didn’t spare him a glance. And, she hasn’t blinked her eyes since she stared at that door.

“But, My Queen…!”

Finally, King Lucien straightened, pushing away from the door. He stepped into the Queen’s bedroom…and into the space illuminated with light that came from the moonlight through the open window.

His face… The barely controlled rage on that scarred handsome but scary face made Lord Riverdale take several steps backwards—away from him.

When he spoke, his words were curt and clipped. “Let me make something clear, Lord Scott Riverdale, I am not asking you to leave, I am ordering you to get out of this bedroom right now or you will leave in shattered pieces of b***d and bones.”

“Y-Yes, Your Majesty.” He did not need to be told again, Lord Riverdale ran out of the door like his legs were on fire.

Maybe they were. Smart man.

Tense silence remained after him. King Lucien turned and closed the door behind him. The sound of locks bolting filled the air, shutting the world out.

Then, he turned and faced a Queen who’s face is still filled with blatant shock. Bathed in moonlight in the stary night, these two lovers locked eyes at each other after eight weeks of being apart.

“Blink your eyes, Queen Danika.” He g*****d at last, his voice hoarse.

Tears spilled from her open eyes, she shook her head. “I am scared to blink and you wouldn’t be here. I am scared to blink and find out that it’s all a dream. An illusion conjured up by her hungry heart.”

His features softened. A little. “I am not a dream. My clothes are soaked because I rode a carriage to the Mombana palace in a rainy night. Baski might have taken my fur coat, but the rest of my clothing are not so dry.”

“Oh, heavens.” Her eyes darted to his body. Indeed, his expensive surcoat looked wet and plastered to his body, she can see his inner silk tunic. “You’re here.”

“I am here.”

Her eyes fluttered close—tears slipped from the lids—and slowly, they opened again.

“You are real.” she whispered in awe.

“Your belly is bigger, Queen Danika. My son is growing healthily inside you.”

“Lucien..!” With a loud cry, she darted across the bedroom towards him. She wasn’t thinking, but instinctively, she trusted him to catch her.

He did and he was fast. His hand shot out, holding her to a stop for just a second, then, his arm went around her neck and the other went behind her knees. He was lifting her up and into his arms.

Her arms tightened around his neck, so tight, her fear to let go so blatant in the way she clutched him. Her eyes squeezed shut as her lips spewed, “You’re here, you’re here, you’re here, you’re here.”

Her reaction to his presence was everything he could never have imagined and more. His anger dissolved like a mist, all his defense crumbled like the fallen Great walls. “God, Danika…!”

He was kissing her passionately. She kissed him back, matching his passion. In the desperate tangle of the lips of these royal lovers, he walked deeper into her bedroom with her cushioned in his arms.