Alpha’s Virgin Wife by Baby Charlene
Chapter 204 King Dakota and The Queen Of Witches
FIVE DAYS LATER ✍️
For the second time, the pot – belly man knocked on the door. With an unnoticed beer stain on his moustache, he stood grumpily and wondered why the young lady was not opening up. Or was she thinking the knock was coming from another door since there were about six rooms on the row.
He knocked again, this time around, harder and finally, the door was opened.
“At last. Were you asleep?” He asked gruffly, trying not to get distracted by her beautifully tired face.
Dressed in a black toe-length dress, Shilah held the door opened as she stared at the hotel manager, wondering why he was pestering her rest.
“Is something wrong?” She asked, her voice coming out frosty.
“Uhm…” The guilty-looking man lowered his head. “Actually, I’d say yes. I’m… I’m really sorry, young lady, but I think you need to leave”.
Her brows furrowed. “I don’t understand. I paid for a week”.
The man reached for his pockets and pulled out some coins. “This is the balance for the remaining days. I’m truly sorry, but you really need to leave. Please”.
Hesitantly, Shilah collected the coins. “What is going on?” She looked at him and asked, gently.
“I… I can’t explain, okay? But, you need to leave. I wouldn’t want my hotel getting stained with blood. Please… I know you’re a good person, and that’s the reason I’m trying not to fall for the temptation as well. So, just leave already”. And with that said, the plump man bent his head and left.
Shilah continued watching him as he walked away until his back couldn’t be seen anymore. She sighed and returned to the room.
Taking a deep breath, she looked around the place she had called a home for the past five days, the place she had stayed indoors, just sleeping and grieving.
She had locked herself and didn’t go out for anything. The whole time, she’d lay on the floor, recollecting every bitter truth she had discovered about her mother. She was beginning to accept them – her parents being Lord Achlys and Ayita, bit she was accepting them as a curse.
Of course, she was a curse. Her formation ruined her mother’s life, it got her mother k*il*led and made even her death an eternal enemy to the witches. Even in death, her mother was still called names. Of course, she was a curse.
For the past five days, she had soaked herself in thoughts, thinking of all she had been through and what her future would look like. Would she continue being with the King? The Wolves and Witches were forbidden from being together, yet, she already had a son for the Alpha King.
Where would she go from there? Was she to return to the King? But, how would she return without their son? And how would she go to the Mountain Lions, knowing fully well she’s not one of them? What if the truth spreads and they get to know she’s a witch? What if it makes the King dislike him?
Or was she to go to the witches? Of course, that was totally impossible as they would only k*il*l her.
Or ..was she to go the Vampires? But, would they accept her knowing she was also a witch who was meant to be their enemy?
She was an enemy to her own people. Why did her life have to be so confusing and complicated?
Now, those were the things Shilah thought about for the past five days, the confusing thoughts.
Standing there in the room, she looked at the gloves that had been her hands’ protectors for the past five days. Thankfully, they had been able to prevent her from releasing more fire. She had tried taking them off the previous day, but it emitted fire that nearly burnt down the curtains. Good thing she was quick enough to fix it back and put out the fire. Thus, she concluded her hands were meant to be gloved for as long as possible.
Heeding to the manager’s words, she went into the bathroom for a quick bath, dressed up and packed up the tiny bag she had, ready to leave. Though, she could sense something was wrong for the Manager to ask her to leave, but she didn’t want to stay to find out what it was. So, she left.
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She took slothful steps down the hall, her backpack behind her. And finally getting to the reception which was more like a tavern, she mumbled uncomfortably at the men she found on different tables, drinking. All eyes turned on her the moment she stepped in.
She walked to the manager at his desk and dropped the key, and only giving him a warm stare, she headed for the door.
As she did, she could hear the men behind her whispering amongst themselves and somehow, she could feel it was about her. She felt insecured. But, she ignored them and walked out the door.
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Her hair moved in the cold breeze as she walked down the lonely path, having so many thoughts in her head. She had barely gone far when she noticed she was being followed.
“Hello, pretty lady” Her thoughts were confirmed when she heard the croaky voice and turning swiftly, she found four men in front of her – four rough looking men from the tavern.
First of all, the manager’s words came flashing into her head, secondly, she wondered what he had meant.
“Do you want some company?” One of them asked, taking some steps closer to her.
“Stay away from me, I don’t want any trouble” She lowered her gaze and mumbled.
“We’re sorry, lady, but we can’t do that. You need to come with us”.
Shilah decided to ignore them and continue walking away, but in a few seconds, she felt a hand pull her back.
“Do you think we’re joking?” One of them asked grumpily as he pushed her to the ground, making her grunt. “You are coming with us – willingly, or f0rcefully”.
Laying on the ground, she glanced at her gloves and imagined what would happen what would happen if she took them off. But, she didn’t want to lose control again.
“Don’t make me do what I hate. Just let me go” she stated lowly while the men sniggered.
“Really? Why don’t you show us what you have, then?” Another scoffed and pulled out a knife.
The three others did same, giving Shilah a fright. What if they she up using the knife on her? She couldn’t fight them off physically, and she didn’t want to use her uncontrolled powers yet.
Just then, the closest man in front of her groaned and fell on his knees, and looking quickly, Shilah discovered he had been shot by an arrow. What?
Another one flew from nowhere and hit the leg of the second one, then the third and the fourth on his arm. Shilah was flabbergasted and wondered what was going on.
“Come on, Shilah! Hurry!” She suddenly heard a familiar voice, and whipping her head to the direction, she found Nosheba standing behind a tree with a bow and arrow.
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IN A HALL ✍️
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King Dakota was losing his patience as he sat in the hall, staring at the empty seat across the table before him which was meant to have been occupied already.
Pishan and Draco were standing behind him. Though, he had wanted to get Raksha to come along, but he claimed he was sick.
The hall was quiet but breezy and only occupied with the short table and chairs, ready for the meeting.
King Dakota was indeed, losing his patience. It’s been so long already yet, the witches weren’t there yet.
Two days ago, he had been in his chambers when Pishan and showed him a picture of Shilah being hunted. She was being hunted by the witches who had places a bounty on her head. It was confusing and troubling for him. Thus, he had to ride all the way to hold a meeting with their Queen and know what was happening. He felt angry that the witches had the nerves to hunt his woman, and he equally felt curious to know why.
Finally, he heard the door whack open and turned to the entrance to see five witches walking in – with Kylie in front. He took in a deep breath, feeling his anger build up as they approached him.
Sukie was trying as much as possible to avoid Pishan’s gaze as she followed Kylie behind.
“I am not jobless, Kylie. You kept me waiting” Dakota gruffed as she took the seat in front of him, her red cloak touching the floor.
“I apologize for that, King Dakota, but you need to understand that I have really important things to do”. She replied.
For the next few seconds, the hall was silent with just the both of them staring into each other’s faces. Then, the King stretched out his hand to Pishan who placed the picture on it.
“Explain this, Kylie” he thwacked the picture on the table. “I need an answer”.
Kylie gave it sometime before gently reaching for the picture and looking into it.
“This is not so difficult to understand, is it, King Dakota?” Her grim eyes looked at him. “It simply means we’re looking for the lady in the picture. Her name is Shilah”.
“Don’t play games with me, Kylie! You know she’s my wife. What do you want with her?” He snapped, but Kylie said nothing.
“I thought we were over this?” He leaned forward and continued. “Ten months ago, you swore you didn’t have a hand in the poisoned arrow, but today, you’re hunting my wife. Are you forgetting the law? Why are you interfering?”
“With all due respect, King Dakota, you and your people are the ones interfering in our business” She rose her brows at him, and when she caught the puzzled look on his face, she smirked.
“I know this might not sound good to your ears, Dear King, but the lady you call your wife, never belonged to you” She broke the shell, but the King’s expression was blank. “Your dear wife is in no way related to your people. She is a hybrid – the famous daughter of Lord Achlys and the fallen Witch, Ayita”.