The Cursed Alpha King's Secret Baby

Chapter 2

“I’m going to kill that little bastard.” I kept muttering on the way upstairs as James led the way to my room. As we passed through the multiple rooms on the way, I could see the maids eye me with spite and couldn’t for the life of me understand why… until I did, they probably thought I was about to be queen just as I had. How ridiculous of me! Even a cursed King didn’t want me.

“I’m going to kill that little bastard…” I continued my mutterings until James turned around to give me a death glare. He showed me to my room and I couldn’t say I’d ever been that impressed by anything given to me before.

It was magnificent. The space was large and equally luxurious, paintings and vintage decor adorned the room with a large king-sized bed in the center. The marble floors and the glamorous ceilings complimented the aesthetic of the room and I was dazzled.

“This shall be where you stay until the King commands otherwise,” James mentioned as he turned to leave. I stopped him immediately.

“Does that mean that I cannot leave this space?” I asked. He paused to think carefully about his answer.

“It does not, but you are not allowed outside of this wing, especially nowhere close to his majesty’s unless ordered otherwise.” He answered before shutting the door behind him.

I collapsed on the bed and stared at the painted ceiling. I was going to kill that bastard with my own two hands for the life of me. How could he sell me off so callously? I had lived basically as his slave ever since my mum passed and even worse as a pauper after he had gambled away all my father’s wealth and he still found other ways to make my life more miserable. How innovative of him indeed? The little twerp.

I wasn’t going to cry as much as I knew I wanted to. This was going to be my life now. I was going to be used as a s*x rag and a vessel for a cursed man’s babies. I began to think thoroughly of an escape plan. I wasn’t going to be trapped here for a lifetime, and it wasn’t until my dinner was served that all those plans disappeared from my head.

I had never had anything better nor more since my father’s death years ago. I gobbled it up like a hungry lion. Besides, it wasn’t like I could bear any children for the King. He was cursed after all, it wouldn’t take very long until he realized I was of no use and had grown bored of me. Still, I couldn’t let him touch me before that happened. I needed to speak to him. Surely, slavery was abolished and I was sold without my consent. We could perhaps come to an agreement. I would beg even if it took that…

But the King didn’t call on me. Days grew into weeks and weeks into months and I did not see the king. There were 12 wings in the mansion, each large enough for a 100 people to live comfortably and, unfortunately, I was located in the servants’ wing. None of the maids liked me, it was written all over their sour faces. They looked at me with disdain and whispered behind my back, treating me like an eye-sore, but fortunately, I was used to it. I had had enough training for years, even though it was different this time around, as I wasn’t allowed out of this wing which was filled with no one else but them.

I stayed in my room all the time because of this, eating, sleeping and talking to myself. I was so miserable that I prayed for the king to call me, even though it was only to have me.

“Crash!” I heard a noise coming from outside the window. I looked through it and saw two men engaging in a heated conversation downstairs, but as I looked at one of them in black and backing me, I felt something… something strong, a pulling force as though he were calling to me. I frowned in confusion and the man immediately turned, spinning the other man around and pinning him to the wall with one hand. It was the King!

His strong scent filled my nose as the connection pulled harder. I couldn’t understand why I was feeling this way. He let go of the man abruptly and walked away.

“Elena!” One of the maids called as she flung my door open. “The head maid calls for you.” This one was Martha, the one who always added too many spices to my food and had protested about me being served my meals and getting a better room than even the head maid when I was less than they, a slave. She glared at me before leaving.

What did the head maid want me for?

As I left my room, I noticed the bustling environment, every servant was running around, getting one thing or another done. A tall blonde approached me and dropped a platter with a cloche right in my hands.

“To his majesty…” she ordered. I opened my mouth to explain that I wasn’t a servant nor allowed around his wing, but she immediately silenced me with her stern tone. “Now!”

I turned and headed downstairs immediately. I had no idea where his wing nor his bedroom was located, so I had to ask for directions from a few servants who frowned at me in confusion because I was carrying the King’s platter but wasn’t dressed in their uniform. I ignored them.

I had to admit it though, I was pretty excited, I was about to see the man I had longed for for months since I came here. We were finally going to talk about this mess and what his real purpose for me here is. I wondered how he was going to feel seeing me.

I knocked on his door before I stepped in.

“I won’t have it William, not in my Kingdom…” The King yelled at the same man from downstairs but paused in surprise when I walked in. “What in seven hells are you doing here?!” His voice boomed at me as his gaze angrily pierced into my flesh.

“Your majesty, the head maid said I should bring this to your bedroom.” I said, fidgeting and sweating all over. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea.

“Are you a retard?” He asked, as though he was actually curious about it.

“Sir…?”

“You’re not allowed here, were you not told?”

“I was, but I was ordered…”

“To my bedroom?” He interrupted again, he was growing on my last nerve and it looked like I was doing the same to him.

“She said to… you…” I was stupid, a bloody i***t. How could I have translated ‘to him’ as ‘to his bedroom’?

“Oh goodness!” the other tall figure sighted me, he looked almost as magnificent as the King, only with grey eyes and a cunning smile, “Our future queen, is it?” I didn’t like the tone of his voice. He stepped forward to approach me but the king immediately grabbed his arm, stopping him.

“That’s enough, William. I think you’ve overstayed your welcome here.” He said sternly. William smirked wickedly, winking at me before leaving the room.

“James!” He called and James appeared at the door. Immediately he saw me, he let out a long sigh of frustration, already figuring out what this was about.

“What’s she doing in the mansion?” The King asked.

“I put her in the best room in the servants’ wing, I…” James was fidgeting.

“Get her out of here, put her in one of the east buildings.” He commanded as though I was some unwanted toy he wanted to keep away.

“Let’s go”. James grabbed my arm and headed out, but the king stopped him.

“Leave her, you can do that later.”

James bowed and left. I stood at the entrance as he waved me in.

“You smuggled your way in here for a reason, I suspect.” He started as I came before him.

“I have questions.” I squeaked. For some reason, I became so weak in the presence of this man. I felt the tug in my chest again.

“Go ahead.” He began to circle around me slowly, almost menacingly.

“You brought me here… to do what with me?” The tug became fiercer as his scent overcame me, mouthwatering, enticing…

“To use you, of course. As my breeder.” He answered as he came to my back.

“Use me then.” I blurted out as I spun around to him suddenly. We stood a breath apart, our eyes widened in sync at this level of intimacy. As I stared back into his bright green eyes, the bond pulled harder, stronger and it hit me, the sudden realization. There was no mystery to this, what I’d been waiting for for years was finally here, my mate bond.

I was mated to the cursed Alpha King.