Mated to the Alpha: Sold to the King novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223: 0223

Lorelei POV

"Because I want a little girl who looks exactly like you," he murmured, his thumb gently tracing along my jaw, and heat immediately rushed to my face.

Playfully, I tapped his chest, letting out a soft laugh. "What are you even talking about? Don’t you know how genetics work? We could have a daughter, but she could still end up taking all of your features instead of mine."

Kaelen’s eyes widened for a second, as though the terrifying possibility had genuinely never crossed his mind before. "Ah... that’s true."

Then he chuckled, tightening his arms around my waist. "Well, in that case, I don’t care whether it’s a boy or a girl, as long as they inherit your features. That way, I can be hopelessly obsessed with both of you."

I scoffed at his dramatic words and rolled my eyes, even though I couldn’t stop the warmth from spreading through my chest as I leaned into his touch. Deep down, I could only hope that his words would come true and that I really would get pregnant soon.

"Do you want to take a bath together?" I asked, looking up at him through my lashes.

His lips immediately curved into a wicked, almost predatory smile. Before I could even blink, Kaelen scooped me off the floor and into his arms. His lips found mine in a deep, hungry kiss as he carried me straight toward the adjoining bathroom.

What was supposed to be a quick, relaxing bath quickly turned into something much more, exactly as I had secretly expected.

Between the slick bathroom walls and the steamy counter, Kaelen took his time with me before eventually carrying me back into the bedroom.

By the time we were done, we collapsed onto the tangled sheets side by side, completely spent, our breathing gradually falling into the same slow rhythm.

I was sure hours had passed because I had fallen into a deep, heavy sleep. That was until low, ragged groans slowly pulled me from it.

At first, I tried to ignore them, assuming they were nothing more than the wind outside or the old estate settling around us in the middle of the night. But the sounds didn’t stop. If anything, they grew louder and more strained, until my brows pulled together in confusion.

Slowly, I forced my eyes open and turned toward the source of the noise, only for my breath to catch in my throat.

It was Kaelen.

The strange, agonized sounds were coming from him, and the sight of him sent a jolt of pure terror through my chest. His face was twisted with pain, sweat dripping down his forehead and gathering along his temples.

His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, while his arms remained rigid at his sides, his hands clenched into fists so tightly that his knuckles had turned stark white.

His bare chest rose and fell in rapid, uneven heaves, every breath looking like it took more effort than the last.

Panic immediately surged through me, ice-cold fear shooting through my veins. I pushed myself upright, the thin strap of my nightgown slipping down my shoulder as I reached toward him and pressed my hand against his burning skin.

"Kaelen... Kaelen, wake up... Please, wake up." I shook his shoulder gently at first, but when he didn’t respond, my grip became more urgent. "Kaelen, please."

His groans continued, low and raw, each one sounding more painful than the last, as though he were trapped inside something horrible that he couldn’t escape. Was he having a nightmare? And what kind of nightmare could possibly push the Alpha King into this state?

I kept shaking him, tapping his chest and cheek repeatedly, desperate to somehow break through whatever had a hold of him, but nothing seemed to work. He didn’t even react to my touch.

Then I noticed his lips moving.

The words were so faint that I almost missed them, and I immediately leaned closer, pressing my ear near his mouth, hoping that whatever he was saying might give me some clue about how to pull him out of this.

"Get out..." he rasped.

I froze, my brows pulling together in confusion. Did he want me to leave?

"Kaelen...?"

"I said get out... Get out of my head... Get out..." His voice grew rougher with each word, the groan that followed sinking into a deep, guttural rumble that made my stomach twist.

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