The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 203

“There is this man in my flashes….in my memory.” Callan voiced out to Kamara, “He was in the cell with me, and he suffered as I did. But, he was always protecting me. Always.”

“What does he look like?” She asked curiously.

He pulled back and turned to face her, “It’s always flashes, so I don’t know exactly what he looks like. But, he has blue eyes like mine.. .”he paused,”…I think he is my family.”

“Oh, Callan, I’m so happy for you. At least you know that you have a family somewhere…you have a brother.”

Callan does not look happy. “But, what if you’re right? What if my family does not want me anymore, and that is why they never looked for me?”

Kamara shook her head, “No, you shouldn’t think like that. You said he always protected you. He must have loved you very much. Maybe, he does not know where to look from.”

He thought about that for a few moments and nodded his head. “You’re right.”

She grinned up at him. Her smile captivated him, his body came alive again for her.

Her eyes darted to that part of him and a blush marred her cheeks. “Oh…”

He leaned forwards and kissed her lips again, unable to stop himself. He pulled back slightly, groaning into her mouth. “I will like to try again. I…I really want to be with you, My Lady.”

Her answer to the desire-filled request is to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him closer to her body. He undressed her completely, including her underthings.

His head dipped, he took the creamy, rosy, puckered bud that was her nipple into his mouth and suckled feverishly. She cried out, her head rolling to one side.

He touched her everywhere as they kissed and clung to each other. She touched him too, unable to get enough of him. The world fell away around them until nothing else existed but the sheer intimacy between them.

When he rose above her again, flashes of his torture flooded him again. Bad memories of a man pinning him down and doing awful things to him while a deep voice shouted in protest at the background filled his head.

He didn’t know he has pulled away from her again until he felt a feminine hand patting his body…holding him close.

“It’s okay, Callan. It’s okay. We will take it slowly. We still have each other, and I am still here. We will be fine.” She whispered as she kissed all over his face.

He held her to him, closing his eyes to shut the terrible world away.

He has no idea how long passed before he was able to open his eyes again. He looked at her helplessly, not knowing what else to say.

But she smiled at him, “Why don’t we get up and you show me how to cut wood? I will love to watch you do it.”

Relief filled him, he returned her smile. “Alright.”

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Monah took the cup from Vetta, and looked her in the eyes, “A few weeks ago…was it your first miscarriage?”

She wondered what that has got to do with anything. “No, it wasn’t.”

“And, you didn’t think to mention this when you came to take the Flushing Herbs, Mistress? I asked and you told me it wasn’t important!” Monah cried, stricken.

Vetta arched her brows, sitting up on the table. “That was because it wasn’t. You just wanted a reason to gossip with your friends. Now, tell me what’s wrong with me, and give me herbs for it! Stop wasting my time.” She responded through gritted teeth.

“There’s been severe damage to your womb.” Monah breathed out slowly.

The mistress blinked twice. No, she didn’t hear that clearly.

“What did you just say?” Vetta demanded.

“The pains, the cramps, the pinches, the bleedings….all of it wasn’t from Door-ga or because you’re pregnant. You have severe damage to your womb, Mistress.”

Her mind went blank. The words just kept whirling around in her head, it’s as if there’s a blockage that keeps them from penetrating.

For a full minute, she stared at Monah, her head blank. Her mouth opened and closed wordlessly. Repeatedly.

When the meaning of those words finally penetrated, Vetta was absolutely devastated. “No… No, Monah, there must be some kind of mistake.” She whispered.

But, Monah shook her head. “You have been here for more than three hours of the clock, Mistress. I checked and rechecked.” she shook her head sadly again, “There is no mistake, you have a damaged womb.”

“No…” Vetta couldn’t believe this. All her dreams, her world came crashing around her. Her womb is damaged.

“You said it’s not your first miscarriage?” The woman inquired softly.

Vetta nodded slightly, her head filled with words she wished were never true. Her body trembled dreadfully.

“That’s your second?”

“The third.” She admitted reluctantly. “First was the first few months in slavery. The other was the last few months of slavery. Then, this recent one.”

“Oh… That will do it.” Monah dropped the cup and sat down beside her, “If I’d examined your body when you came for Door-ga, I would have found out about this on time and prevented it. I wouldn’t have given you a drug as powerful as Door-ga.”

Vetta remembered vividly the way she refused all examinations. She’d been in a hurry to get to Karandy and make the plans of how to ‘kill three birds with a stone.’

Her eyes closed in sheer misery. If only she’d let Monah examine her on that day!

“So, what’s going to happen now?” She asked, turning to stare at Monah. “How much will it cost me for you to repair my womb, Monah?”

“Mistress—” Monah began.

“You don’t understand, I have to get pregnant for him. I HAVE TO CARRY HIS CHILD!!!” She burst out.

“It’s not possible, Mistress! It’s severely damaged, nothing can be done about it. The only thing to do is to give you a herb that will flush your system completely…flush out the remains of your womb so that it won’t result in a more terminal problem for you!”

“There is no problem more terminal than what you’re telling me now! I need to have my womb! I need to give the King a child!!”

If she wanted a child so badly? Why did she flush out the previous one? Monah pursed her lips, unable to understand her patient.

Vetta lowered her head and began crying her heart out.