The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 284

FOURTH TO FINAL EPISODE; Part 2.

Name; Lifetime Decisions.

And then he made everything even more intense, gripping her h**s and tilting them, sliding deeper, drawing wordless sound from her, until she was could feel him everywhere.

“My lovely lady…” His breathing was hoarse, his skin shone with sweat, the feral look on his face doing things to her, making her own hunger ache hotter.

And when he began to move, pulling out, then driving into her, hard and deep, and with fierce intent, the pull of an intense climax got even stronger.

“Callan,” she whispered raggedly. “Oh my God.…”

He said nothing, but the look on his face was savage as if he were determined to wreck her, to love her, to destroy her, and nothing was going to stop him.

He began to thrust harder, and she found herself arching up into him, moving with him, her nails digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders. Relishing the slick slide of his thick maleness inside her body.

Sounds escaped her, raw animal noises of pleasure as sensation wound like a clock spring inside her. It wounded so tight—oh, heavens—she knows that when it released she was going to come apart.

She was babbling, she could hear herself, helpless words spilling from her mouth under his and running together in a long stream.

PleaseCallanohGodpleasehardermorefasterdeeperHelpmeOhHeavensyespleaseharder.

She couldn’t stop them, an earthquake beginning to tear her apart. And then he took his lips from hers and his hand slid between their straining, slippery bodies, his fingers finding her sensitive nub again, circling, then pressing down at the same time as he thrust up.

“Come, Kamara,” he growled, his voice hot and rough, the voice of a stranger. “Effing come for me.”

And like her body had been holding out for precisely that command, the pressure released and she screamed, torn apart just like she thought she’d be. “Caaaaaallan!”

And as the pieces of her scattered in the air, she was dimly aware of him moving faster, and then came the sound of his own release, the guttural roar of it echoing in the room around them, his whole body stiffening under hers.

But she didn’t have the strength to do anything more than wrap her arms around him and hold him tight as he came to pieces. Just like she did.

He was shaking. Just like she is.

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An hour later, the Princess has settled into an exhausted sleep. Declan got out of the door just in time to see King Lucien dressed up in his ceremonial wear.

His big cousin glanced at the door he came out from, then, pinned him with a stare with his eyebrow raised.

Knowing why he was getting that look, Declan lowered his eyes, almost turning red at the hairlines.

“Sleeping with my intended, huh?” King Lucien said without heat, “I wonder what her father will think about that.”

Declan snorted, glancing back into the bedroom to make sure his Princess is sleeping well before he closed the door shut. “Her father can k**s my behind. I intend to marry her.”

“You’d better. You have compromised her already as I can see, and half the Kingdom has heard.” The King wasn’t smiling, but the glint in his eyes shows that he was amused.

Declan did turn ruby then. He cleared his throat, changing the subject. “You are all dressed up,”

The King tensed as if he just remembered something. “Yes. I need to be in Mombana.”

In the next few minutes that followed, he stayed discussing his journey with his younger cousin, who listened attentively. The King made life-changing decisions.

In the end, Declan didn’t only listen. He supported the King wholeheartedly.

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“Instead of the third night, I was saying, we should do hold the Fire Festival in the very first night of the paleozoic moonlight, Your Majesty. That will work really well into our favors.” Minister of Taxation stated.

“No. The third night will always be better.” Minister for Public Works countered.

It was early in the morning, the Queen isn’t really up to this at the moment, but she had no choice than to sit down and listen to her Ministers.

Queen Danika was in pain. Every single part of her. Is this another false labor? Her water hasn’t broken yet.

The world went on without her. The ministers kept arguing as usual. Her court is always an argue-to-agree Royal Court. The argument first before they reach an agreement.

When she couldn’t sit still any longer, she rose from her throne and began pacing.

The Court went silent. They all glanced at their Queen in concern.

“No, go on, go on.” She urged them, “Do not worry about me.”

They nodded and continued their argument.

Heavens, she needs to use the bathroom. So, as they went about their business, she made her way to the nearest toilet and made use of it.

It was harder this time, the pain in her pelvis worse, causing her to cry out and breath through her nose as she eased some of the pressure in her bladder. Heavens, it feels as if her son is pressing down on her there.

But after using the bathroom, she felt a little better. When she got back to Court, they seem to be waiting for her to come and make a contribution. Either that or they have a new topic to discuss.

“Right on time, Your Majesty. So, we were talking about the next royal banquet for your marital procedures, and we agreed that it will be done on the next four nights to come.” Minister for Defense informed her.

“Are we back to my Marital Procedures?” She g*****d tiredly. Gods, these old men are persistent.

“Unfortunately, yes, our dearest Queen. I’m afraid that we cannot put it off anymore.” Minister for Military Affairs got up in emphasis, “We are happy to let you know that we have the most perfect candidate in mind already.”

“We do?” Queen Danika arched her brow.

“Yes, Your Highness. Unfortunately, Lord Riverdale seems to have taken to his hills, he is out of the Kingdom and he did not tell anybody why. He was our best choice.”

Queen Danika was doing everything within her power to hold her amused smile. Oh, she knows the reason why the Lord ran.

Minister for Taxation continued, “Anyway, we have Lord Korningham. He is the next most eligible noblemen who will lead this Kingdom to the next level. He will—”

“No Lord Cunninghen is going to go anywhere near my woman and my child, Taxation.” Came the deep voice of authority.

All heads turned towards the entrance of the official entrance of the Court. Gasps of surprise filled the Court.

The King of Salem stood there in his elegant ceremonial attire and a sword in it’s patch behind his back.