The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 264

At the front of the window, he gently lowered her to her feet, breaking the k**s. She clung to him, hugging him so tightly, he was forced to pushed his body backwards to accommodate his child pressing against his lower belly.

“I missed you terribly! I missed you so much! Please, don’t let me go…! Hold me…!” Her heart has taken over her lips completely, she was crying with happiness as she laid herself bare to him.

“I’m here, Dani, I missed you just as much, heavens, I missed you so much.” His words were calmer, but his head has gone to rest like hers did.

They were kissing again. His lips plummeted hers, he poured all the words he is not able to say into that heart-consuming k**s that grew and blazed like wildfire….and only burned brighter.

Eventually, Danika had to come up for air, she tore her lips from his. Their forehead pressed together as they breathed hardly. Her belly moved against his—a poke to his lower body.

He caressed her belly, “I missed you too, son.”

“Where have you been!?” She cried blindly, “I’ve waited for you! I waited…! And waited…! I missed you so much, and I looked out of my window all the time…! I felt so empty…! My bed so cold..! My life so bereft..!”

“Danika…”

“My duties are so heavy, weighting down on me…! Pressuring me to marry…! And yet, I waited night and day…! But, you’re getting married now and I am to choose a ma—” she stopped suddenly as her head returned to her, her eyes snapped open, “you’re getting married… You’re getting married…” she took a step back from him.

King Lucien was looking at the naked pain in her eyes, he has never felt so helpless. He wanted nothing more than to explain the circumstances behind his marriage proposals, but he knows more than anybody that the walls have ears and the wind is the fastest messenger. His reasons for asking Kamara’s hand in marriage can never go out in the open.

So, he stood helplessly, his lips closed, his eyes holding all the feelings he has for this woman in front of him.

At her state, she can only hear his silence, as loud as a gunshot. Tears spilled from Danika’s eyes, she began sobbing unable to help herself. “It h-hurts. It hurts, b-b-badly.”

He reached for her, half-expecting her to pull away but she went willingly, melting into his arms. He kissed her forehead tenderly. “I am sorry for hurting you this way, dearling.”

The compassion from that endearment was like a soothing balm to her troubled soul. He has never used endearments on her. Now, that she thinks about it, he has never called her ‘Dani’ before either.

She held him, crying harder. Why does love have to hurt like this?

“Shh, it’s okay. Please, Danika?”

“I know it’s too m-much to ask, but can you not marry P-Princess Kamara?”

“You are getting married too.” His lips pursed.

“I don’t want to!”

“I don’t want to, too.”

“You d-don’t?” She looked up at him with all the hope in her eyes.

He shook his head. “I don’t.” he paused, “I heard the rumors too.”

“Which o-one?” She sniffled, like a child.

“Lord Waterbird.” He gritted out, his body tautened in remembrance.

She pulled back, still glancing at his chiseled face. “The rumors are not true. I did not offer him shelter because he is my lover. I am not interested in him either.”

His fingers rose and wiped the tears from her eyes, “I know they are not true, Danika. Why do you think that excuse for a man is still alive? I would have killed him if I thought them true.” He stated matter-of-factly.

She lowered her head and kissed his chest. “I’m glad you believe in me.”

“I do. I came here with all intentions of killing that Waterbird, I do not care what it will result to. He dared to make a move on what belongs to me. My woman. My child.”

This must be what it feels like to walk in the clouds, Queen Danika thought. “Am I really… yours?”

“Yes.” A muscle ticked in his jaw, his voice as calm as ever. “Make sure that Waterbird knows about this the next time he sniffs around you. It will be a shame for the Waterdale family to loose their first son in such horrible way.”

A watery smile split her lips, she wiped the tears from her eyes. “It’s Riverdale.”

He pursed his lips, his eyes blazed. “He kissed you. You let him.”

Guilt made twin flush appear on her pale cheeks. She lowered her eyes. “I was shocked…and curious.” She admitted.

“Curious?” His brows knitted.

Feeling like she was threading a dangerous ground, she opted for the truth—choosing her words carefully. “When you k**s me, I feel like I can taste the world, my insides flutter up and sing. I w-wondered if it is always that way.”

His lips pursed, “Is it?”

She shook her head adamantly, pressing as closer to his as her body would allow her. “It was repulsively, just like the touch of any other man. It only reminded me of that day…at the storeroom…with Karandy. Repulsive.”

The tension dissolved from him. Her head pressed to his neck, she couldn’t see him but she can feel him.

“You are the only man I want to be with, King Lucien. It will always be you.” She admitted with her whisper, her breath fanning his neck. “Hold me…please.”

He pulled back, with his hand he turned her away from him so that she faces the open window and her back in front of him. Then, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, burrowing his nose to her neck. He said nothing, but it doesn’t matter.

How is it possible that she has come to know this complex man so much? Understand him so perfectly? How is it possible that she can hear him so loudly, even when his mouth is closed?

Her eyes closed, she burrowed her head to his, her hand holding his. They stayed that way for long seconds.

“I heard your words to him. Lord Rainydale. You told him your heart belongs to another man. Your heart belongs to the father of your child… repeatedly.”