Alpha’s Virgin Wife by Baby Charlene
Chapter 59
Shilah was stunned:- couldn’t make a move. What? What’s the King talking about?
She stood speechlessly, waiting for the King to probably repeat himself and say the right thing because she didn’t want to believe she’d heard him correctly.
“What’s wrong, Shilah? Do I have to repeat myself?” He asked again and that was the kind she confirmed it wasn’t a dream, or neither was he joking.
Okay….. have breakfast with the King?? Was that for real? Goodness!
She gulped hard and turned towards him, her heart beating so heavily. Why would the King want her to have breakfast with him? She couldn’t comprehend it …
She walked slowly and nervously to the table and took the seat on the other end, which was facing the King.
“T…. Thank you, My King” she struttered, eyes on the table.
She fiddled with her nails on her legs and was so glad the King couldn’t notice since they were under the table. Although, she’s been having breakfast with him at the family dinnette; but this – having breakfast with him, alone in his room, was something she didn’t see coming.
Dakota finished uncovering the plates and pushed one of the plates of anfu-ham to her, while he settled for a plate of nettle stew.
Shilah wasn’t a fan of anfu-ham – not at all. But she was scared of rejecting it since it was the first thing the King was giving to her. She didn’t want to get him upset.
“Thank you, My King” she poured out her grat*itude again before drawing the plate closer and scooping a spoon in. Ouch! She’s never liked the taste.
She eyed the King as he scooped in some of his own stew and wished that was what she had instead. For some minutes, silence descended on them both.
“Why do you think you were born without a wolf, Shilah?” Dakota suddenly asked, his head bent towards his plate as he scooped in another spoon.
He sat upright afterwards, and drank some water.
“I…. I honestly don’t know, My King” she answered briefly.
Although, she had more to say, but she didn’t know if the King wanted her to. The tension in her heart was just too heavy.
But, when King Dakota said nothing, she decided to proceed.
“B…But, I read some books and… discovered there were people like me in the past. People who were born without a wolf. But years later, they got to develop one” she spoke carefully, not wanting to upset the King in anyway.
King Dakota arched a brow.
“You can read?” He asked, and that was when Shilah noticed the slight mistake she had just made.
In their world, only the very high privileged could have the opportunity to learn how to read and write, and Shilah’s family didn’t fall under the category. Even her “siblings’ – or who she thought were her siblings – couldn’t read or write. But she … she just grew up with that natural ability to read and write. Although, her mother was there to support her as well.
It was believed that only royalties could have such privileges. And the witches. Yes – witches were born with a natural ability to read and write as well – so she heard.
“Y…. yes, My King” she replied. “I can read. And … and write too”.
She felt there was no need lying to him since it was so obvious already.
King Dakota was amused and couldn’t stop it from reflecting on his face.
“How did you learn?” He asked.
He was sure her family wasn’t among the high privileged. Even his Queens – only Chaska could read and write a little. She wasn’t too good.
“I um …. I just had the passion for it. And growing up, my mother also supported me” Shilah replied, hoping she doesn’t raise any form of suspicions from the King.
“I see” Dakota mumbled, scooped a spoon of stew and gulped some water.
It was strange – really strange.
“Does it ever bother you? The fact that you don’t have a wolf and seem so powerless?” He asked after a while when Shilah was trying to f0rce some of the anfu-ham down her throat.
She had to pause and gulp down some water before replying the King.
“Of…. Of course, it does, My King” she replied. .
“I mean, growing up, I suffered intimidation from my family, neighbours. Everyone laughed at me and didn’t want to a*s*sociate with me. They all felt I was … useless” her countenance dropped as the memories came flying in and somehow, they twitched Dakota’s cold heart.
He gave her a minute to get over it.
“And….. have you done anything to get your wolf?” He asked, scooping another spoon afterwards.
“Not really. Except… praying to the spirits to give me one. I’d really love to have my wolf” she answered wistfully, but Dakota had gotten something strange …
“The spirits?” He arched a brow.
“You pray to the spirits?”
Oh, no; another mistake.
Shilah bit her inner cheeks.
“Y…Yes, My King”.
“And why would you pray to the spirits?” Dakota scoffed.
“Mountain lions pray to the goddess; not the spirits”.
“I…. I know. It’s just that…. growing up, I’ve always felt more comfortable praying to the spirits. But, if you ask me, My King, I think the goddess and spirits are the same. Whichever anyone choses to pray to, doesn’t really matter as long as it comes from the heart”. She answered.
Shilah didn’t realize the tension in her heart was dying gradually and wasn’t as heavy as it had been a while ago.
Dakota scoffed and drank some water, but he wasn’t convinced – not at all. Wolves and Vampires prayed to Selene, while the witches were known for the spirits. This lady…. there was definitely something about her.
“So … the spirits answers your prayers all the time?’ Can you give me some instances?” He asked and Shilah seemed more excited on that question.
She always loved praising the spirits or mentioning the things they’ve done for her.
“Well… they’ve answered me a lot” She began.
“There was a time my mother had been really sick, and I knelt in front of her and prayed to the spirits for healing. And after a couple of hours, she was healed.
“There was a day, I needed to get to the market to buy some urgent things. The sky was threatening like it wanted to rain and if I didn’t get those things, I’d get punished by my family. So…. I prayed to the spirits to hold the rain, and they did. And the moment I returned home from the market, it rained heavily” she paused and chuckled.
“I know it might sound funny, but it really did happen. The spirits – they’ve done so much for me, My King;- including your tea. I always pray to them to make you sleep after taking them, and it works” she sounded so excited.
But, as for Dakota, he was more amused. How can someone from the Wolf lineage feel so free and interact with the Spirits this much? It was confusing.
“Do you also pray for the spirits to make me hungry after intercourse with you?” He asked, staring at her face.
“No. Not at all, My King. It’s actually a surprise it happens this way”. Shilah replied.
Dakota continued eating – in silence – and she decided to f0rce a spoon down her throat.
“You don’t like the meal, do you?” Dakota suddenly asked, making Shilah look at him.
What??
“I’ve noticed you’ve been struggling to eat it” he added and Shilah gulped hard.
Oh, no. She had no idea the King was observing.
“It’s…. it’s not what you think, My King….”
“You need to learn how to be outspoken, Shilah” Dakota cut her off.
“You should stop enduring pains and learn to speak up. If you don’t like something that’s happening to you, you complain and see if it can be changed”.
He took the meal from her and replaced it with another plate of nettle stew and some potatoes.
Shilah could feel her cheeks hitting so bad. Goodness! She felt so ashamed of herself; but for sure, she just learnt a lesson from the King.
“Thank you, My King” she muttered timidly and began eating her potatoes and stew