Alpha’s Virgin Wife by Baby Charlene
Shilah was awoken with a disturbing irritation she felt up her throat. Her hand going over her lips, she jumped from the bed and ran into the bathroom, throwing up irritably.
“Urgh!” She grunted irkly, the other hand holding her tummy. This would be the third time she was throwing up in a week and she really didn’t like it. Of course, she’s always hated throwing up.
Why was she falling sick in the first place? This was so not the right time for it.
Washing her mouth, she returned to the room and had plans of going back to sleep; but a knock on her door stopped that.
Sluggishly, she dragged herself to the door, and on opening it, she discovered it was one of the King’s guards.
“Greetings, My Queen. The King wants you in his chambers now” he delivered, bowed and left.
Queen Chaska walked towards the King’s chambers, her face looking as cold and pale as it had been for a long time now.
She had a covered plate with her; her hair just randomly packed but her gown long as usual.
The guards at the door could see the pitiful look on her face as she got close. The shame for the past month had been just too much for her.
“I need to see the King” she demanded when she stood in front of them.
And with the first one bowing, he went in and returned shortly with positive news.
“You can go in”. He told her and Chaska heaved a sigh and went in.
The past five weeks has been hell for her – getting to endure the shame and the King’s anger.
When she had returned from her sister’s place, things had gotten terrible as the maids no longer had too much respect for her, and even the King wouldn’t see or talk to her.
She was just too fed up already and needed her stand back.
King Dakota was fixing his belt when Chaska walked in, bearing the covered plate. He only spared her a glance before turning away; but those few seconds Chaska had spent, staring into the King’s eyes, she had seen the eyes of the man she badly wanted.
“Greetings, My King” she lowered her head. And it took the King some seconds before he replied.
“What do you want, Chaska? I’m busy” his voice was too cold and gruff. Goodness! The King’s anger was too terrible. He never forgives!
Gulping hard, Chaska took a step closer.
“I….I made you some cake” she opened the plate and there the six round balls rested. The King turned and stared spitefully at them.
“I have no interest with them, Chaska. You can take them away” he answered coldly and backed her. His reply stabbed her hard in the chest; she could hardly breath.
A long time passed with the King fixing his dress and not looking at her. And Chaska decided to proceed.
“Do you remember the first day we met?” She began. “You had accompanied your father to my father’s party, and we had a fight the very first day”.
“What’s the point of this, Chaska?” Dakota scoffed and turned to look at her.
“There was only one drink left in the maid’s tray” she continued nevertheless, having a wry smile on. “I wanted it, and you wanted it too. So, we had to fight over it. In the end, we ended up spilling it on the floor” she paused and chuckled.
At this time, the King was already staring keenly at her.
“We were so rude to each other. But the next time we met, it was different…” She sighed and went closer to him. “I was your favorite, Alpha King; that’s the reason you chose me to be your wife – your first wife. I was your first love”.
With the plate in one hand, she touched his cheek with the other. “Can I have a little of that love back? At least, for forgiveness? I know I did wrong; I made a grave mistake. But, I’m deeply sorry now, My King. Is it too big to forgive? At least, for your first love?”
Her voice had broken down and tears were already strolling down her cheeks. “I don’t know about you, but… I still love you, Alpha King. You’re the first man I ever loved and it hurts me so much to see you treating me this way. Please….open your heart and give me one more chance. Please”.
More tears streaked her cheeks as the King just stared silently at her. And slowly, she rested her head on his chest.
“Please..” she whimpered.
She sure knew how to get to the King. Her words had returned some memories to the King and softened his heart a bit. Has he been too hard on her? Slowly, he lifted his hand and rested on her soft hair, caressing it.
“It’s fine, Chaska” he cooed. “I’ve forgiven you; you can calm down now”.
Her heart leapt at the sound of that. He’s forgiven her??? Joy flooded her heart, but she tried not to show it as she remained there on his chest, whimpering and sniffling.
“It’s fine” the King repeated.
“Thank you so much, Alpha King. Thank you” she finally left his chest, taking a step back. Tears had already burnt her eyes, but she sniffed the rest of it in.
“Just be sure to be careful, Chaska. I wouldn’t want you messing around again” he warned.
“Yes, yes. I promise, I’ll be good from now on. It’s a promise” she lifted her right palm up in agreement.
“Uhm… I’ll just keep this for you” She walked to the table and placed the plate of cake there. Then, turning back to the King.
“Thank you, Alpha. I’m really grateful” she bowed.
The King nodded once, and wiping off her tears, she turned around and left.
Stepping out of the door, she found Shilah walking closer. Her eyes glinted at the sight of her. What was she doing there? Shilah slackened her steps when she noticed the Queen walking out of the King’s room as well. Urgh! She really didn’t want any trouble. She was just tired and needed some rest.
Chaska’s lips stretched in a cold smile as they both walked towards each other. And when they got to the same spot, she stopped walking.
“Why are you going to the King’s room?” She asked spitefully, that venom in her voice.
Shilah was a bit surprised. The Chaska she had known for the past one month was the quiet Chaska – not this.
“The King sent for me,” she answered with a bow anyway.
She couldn’t walk away as she didn’t want to look disrespectful. And Chaska on the other hand, was glaring really hard at her.
“You witch,” she gritted. “I went through hell because of you. I was ridiculed and laughed at, hated and ignored by the King for seven weeks, just because of you. But now, I’m back”.
Giving her a head-to-toe stare, she walked away, leaving Shilah in confusion. What was she talking about? How was it her fault?
Queen Nosheba sat in the dim stuffy room, trying so hard to fight the acrid smell that came with all the concoctions there.
She watched as the old woman worked and did what she knew how to do best. Well, the process wasn’t her problem, but the results.
Several times, she sneezed and itched the back of her neck, not liking the place at all. And finally, the woman seemed done as she returned to her seat in front of Nosheba.
“Are you…done?” Nosheba asked, noting the tiny bottle in her hand.
And the woman simply nodded.
“So, what is the result?” She asked when the woman didn’t say any other thing.
She was just impatient.
“My Queen, who owns the blood?” She asked and Nosheba lowered her gaze to the floor.
What was her business with it? There was no way she could tell her the blood belonged to Shilah and that she had stylishly stolen it from her. There was just no way.
“I don’t think that is important, Healer” she faked a chuckle.
“Can I please know the result?”
The woman sighed and looked down at the bottle in her palm.
“Whoever owns this blood….is pregnant”.