The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 107

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THIRD TO LAST EPISODE; Part 1.

Name: My Woman. My Possession.

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"So, let me get something very straight. You, My King, almost executed the long-lost brother of the King of Salem?" Queen Izia, Princess Kamara's mother arched her brows at her King.

They are in his Chambers. King Valendy, behind his desk, while the Queen sat on the bed giving him a look that managed to be both smug and elegant at the same time.

King Valendy cleared his throat sheepishly. "Well, how was I supposed to know that the peasant is no peasant after all, but a Prince?"

"Maybe, if you had let your daughter follow her heart, we might at least notice some little little details that hints that the man does NOT behave like a peasant at all." she paused, letting that one sink in.

Flapping her folding feather fan open she began fanning herself, "Maybe if you had stopped listening to your mistress for a second and disregarding your daughter's feelings, you would have noticed a few things too."

"So now, I take all the blame?" King Valendy arched his brow at his Queen.

"Not at all, My King. You can share some with your Mistress. There is enough blame to reach you both in massive quantity." She provided in the most respectable tone ever.

The King paused in his writing and glanced at his wife. He noticed the lines on her very beautiful face that indicated that she was trying to hold back her laughter.

"You are enjoying this too much, Izia." He crossed his arms, his gaze boring down at her.

The Queen did smile then. A beautiful smile which he hasn't seen on her face for a very long time. "I'm sure the Princess will enjoy it more than I do, My King."

He has missed that smile, King Valendy admitted to himself. "You are a very beautiful woman, Izia." The words left his mouth before he even gave it a thought.

The Queen flushed like a young schoolgirl. She cannot remember the last time her husband complimented her in all her twenty-five years of marriage to him.

"You f-flatter me..." She was flustered. That compliment has thrown her off balance. Made feelings long buried to start waking from the dead.

"You know me well enough to know I do not flatter, My Queen. You are an exquisite woman." And she is. His body reacted to her.

King Valendy tried to remember the last time he has taken his wife to bed. Was it five years ago? Six?

She smiled at him again. "Thank you, My King." Butterflies spread inside her lower belly. Time to go.

She rose to her feet. "I'm afraid that I have to get back to—"