Alpha’s Virgin Wife by Baby Charlene
Chapter 209 Feelings
Shilah watched Bastet as she walked towards her with a bow and some arrows. She was still in awe at how perfectly the woman could walk without her stick. Now that she had a proper look at it, she didn’t seem like a old woman anymore, but an advanced woman that was ready for anything.
Three lessons in one.
“Here. Have them” She handed the arrow and bows to Shilah who collected them with beady eyes. Somehow, she was beginning to feel the woman’s next move might be a kick against her leg.
“How are you this good?” She finally let out the disturbing question. “Were you a fighter before?”
Bastet let out a chuckle. “Well, I was” She said. “Those days, I use to work for one of the Alphas, but when he died, I dropped my sword and retired”.
Shilah rose her brows knowingly. Now it made more sense.
“You must’ve been a great fighter, then”.
“Sure, I was”.
There was a brief pause.
“I want us to start with the bow and arrow. Have you used one before? Or do you think you can try?” Bastet asked,her question striking up some dust in Shilah’s memories. For a second, her heart skipped.
“Uh…. I think I can try” she looked down at the sandy ground and said.
“Really? I’d very much love to see it, dear. Give it a try. That should be your target” Bastet pointed to a tree in front of them and took some steps back while Shilah tried getting a grip of herself.
She took an arrow from the many on the ground and standing with the bow in her left hand, the King’s words from months ago came driving through her head. One of the sweet memories she had shared with him and would never forget. She could remember they had been at the field, still feeling shy and nervous around the King.
She could recall his first instruction to her as he wrapped his hand around her waist: “For the first step, you get your stance”.
It sank into her head, making her feel there was an invisible wind somewhere, blowing her hair. She could never forget how nervous she had felt that very moment. The King holding her hand had felt so divine…
She closed her eyes and positioned her legs just the way they should be and the King’s next instruction came driving in again: “you get your grip on the bow and make sure it’s a relaxed grip”.
Her heart fluttered at the memories of how he had held and directed her hand on the bow.
“Place your arrow this way” He had continued, directing her hand still.
For a moment, Shilah had thought the King was standing just behind her. In her head, she could hear his voice from behind, feel his breath on her neck and feel his hands on hers as she worked on the bow and arrow. For a moment, she couldn’t feel herself in Bastet’s compound, but in the Palace field where she was known as the King’s Queen.
She could clearly hear his whispered words and feel his hands direct her fingers on the right places and ‘whoop!’ went the arrow from the bow. It flew straight in the air and effortlessly hit the tree in front of her. That achieved, Shilah released the breath she had no idea she’d been holding. Tears glinted in her eyes as with relief, she turned swiftly to see the King, wanting to see how impressed he would look at her performance. But when she turned, there was no one behind her – no one. And that was when she realized how deep she had been fantasizing the King’s presence behind her the whole time. Her smile died down immediately, her heart retore into pieces and instantly, the realization of all the problems she had been facing came bouncing into her thoughts.
“Wow” Bastet commended from where she stood. “That was an awesome move, Shilah. I can boldly say you’re good with arrows. Where did you learn?”
The look on Shilah’s face had already answered the woman’s question, but she just wanted to hear it herself.
With drooping eyes, Shilah went towards the tree to get the stuck arrows.
“I learnt from the King” She answered feebly, the memories hitting hard at her.
She got to the arrow, but instead of pulling it out, she lost control and just stayed still with her hands on it. It became so clear to her – how much she’d missed the King. Badly, she just wanted to turn around and find herself in his bed, in his arms, inhaling the sweet scent from his chest. She wanted to m*oa*n beneath him and have his hands caressing her all round. Now, she was craving his touch.
She sniffed and shivered a little when she felt a hand touch her shoulder from behind. Of course, it was Bastet.
“It’s alright, dear” she cooed. “I know you miss him and want to be with him again, I know this happening now is not what you want, but you need to understand it’s for the best, okay? Nothing is lost. You’ll definitely get back everything – your family included. Okay?”
But Shilah could say nothing as she only sniffed and f0rcefully pulled out the arrow.
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DAKOTA’S PALACE ✍️
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In his chambers, King Dakota in front of his window, his eyes staring into space as his mind danced around one person – the one that’s had so much power to capture his entire heart in the space of a year. Losing her for the past few days had been the third biggest thing he had ever had to lose.
Every night, he couldn’t stop thinking about her and of course,the son they had lost. And it hurt him every minute to imagine just how happy they’d had been if everything had gone right.
He didn’t care what the rumours were, didn’t care what the witches were saying. As far as he knew, Shilah was the innocent girl he had gotten married to and he couldn’t wait to get her back.
He sighed deeply, his worried mind unable to rest. Where could she be – he’s always wondered. What could she be doing? Was she fine? Or in danger? And why hadn’t she been found yet? Or make an attempt to reach him? What could be going on with her?
The sound of his door opening disrupted his thought, followed by the scent of Pishan. He remained with his gaze fixed at the window even as he heard his approaching steps.
“Greetings, My King” Pishan bowed. “There is a letter from the court”.
Calmly, Dakota turned and collected the letter from him and opening it, his eyes drooped at the content. Disappointment crept into his face, followed by repugnance.
He gave a glance at Pishan and taking a deep breath, returned to face the window.
Pishan could deeply feel the King’s unuttered pains. The moment he had looked at him, he had clearly seen those misery from his eyes.
“So, the rumours are true, then” Dakota muttered. “The Vampires are truly pushing for a change”.
It was so difficult for Pishan to give a reply. “Yes, My King. I’m truly surprised the Vampires would do such”.
Silence dipped in afterwards.
“I guess we should await the final decision from the court. Till then”, mumbled the King.