The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 87

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Callan was working at the back of his house. Peace and serenity was the only companion he has with him, exactly the way he likes it.

The chirpings of birds in the morning. The sound of giving flowing down the hill a few miles away. The soft sweeping of wind every moments. He was deep in thoughts as he caught the linens he wants to use as new cottons for his house.

He was quickly jerked out of his thoughts when he heard a soft but firm knock on his front door. He dropped the scissors and the linen-cloth, and got up from the wooden chair.

He walked back to his house through the backyard and entered the sitting room,going straight to the door where he pulled it open.

It's a visitor he never expected after months of absence. After he heard of her impending marriage to a King.

"Good day, My Lady." He extended with a bow of his head, opening the door wilder for her to enter.

"Hi" Princess Kamara greeted. She was almost nervous, and he has never known her to be anything but sparkling.

Kamara removed the hood she used to cover herself while making this forbidden journey. Her father will be very mad at her if he finds out about this, but she just couldn't stay away any longer.

She needed to see him. Not seeing him this past few months hasn't been easy, coupled with her one month in Salem, he was all she thought about since she got back yesterday.

Her eyes took him in, the same way he watched her. He was one of the most handsome she has ever met, with those devasting blue eyes that was very expressive. Unlike King Lucien's.

Kamara admitted that she was a nervous mess. Her insides tingling just at the sight of him. Her heart raced and her cheeks was faint red.

Callan is the only man that always reduced her to this state, she would have been ashamed of herself if she hadn't found out about her deep feelings for him.

"I'm so sorry for dropping in so unannounced, I---" she paused, not knowing the way to say it, "I just needed to see you."

"It's no problem or hardship, My Lady. I-I was not expecting to see you at all..." He stuttered out, obviously fluttered by her presence.

"Oh, should I go...?" She must have caught him at a bad time. She shouldn't have—

"No, no, that's not it, My Lady." He was quick to clear her doubts. He looked behind her in search of something.

He must be looking for Henna, Kamara deducted. She has never visited him before without her personal maid. In fact, she rarely goes anywhere without her.