To Love My Alpha King

Chapter 13

"Ah, you're awake," Mira said when she stepped inside. "You know...you could also thank Arya and show some gratitude for all that she has done for you," Mira told Kohl while she walked towards him and placed her hand on his forehead. "The fever has not returned. Good, you're out of danger."

Kohl looked at the woman in front of him. She was one with a big mouth. Why did she stick her nose into things that weren't her concern? "Who the fuck are you?" he demanded to know.

"I'm the lady that saved your life. You could show me some gratitude as well. And I don't want any cursing in this house. You are my guest, so you will live by my rules."

"...?!" Did Kohl hear her correctly? He was the King!

"That woman came walking from the castle with you lying half-dead on a horse. She has been sitting by your bed, day and night, holding your hand, wiping your sweat, and collecting your piss and shit. She only slept for a few hours a night, and that for four days straight. A life very different from her royal life before. And the first thing you do when you wake up, after a few agonizing days of waiting to see if you would survive or not, is threatening her?" Mira shook her head.

"...Well...she's my omega and she is supposed to take care of her sick husband! Not lust for another."

Why did he even bother to tell her this? That woman had nothing to do with it.

Mira walked to the pot of soup and put a tiny amount of lunch in a bowl. Kohl seemed to be strong enough to eat.

"I can eat myself," Kohl said when he saw she wanted to feed him.

"Suit yourself," Mira gave Kohl the soup and sat down on the chair next to the bed. "My name is Mira. I already told Arya that you both are welcome to stay for as long as you want."

"Fuck!" Kohl cursed when he spilled the soup all over himself.

"My, God. Give me that, you stubborn alpha! And I already told you not to curse!"

"Who do you think you are talking to? I am the king of Geara. Your king. You s--"

Mira spooned some soup in Kohl's mouth, making him shut up. "You are no longer king. Your brother Pascal is king now, remember? He sits on the throne while you lay here in bed with fabrics wrapped around your crotch, pissing yourself like a baby."

That made Kohl's blood boil. "I am the rightful king! Geara has one king and one king alone, and that is I! When I'm out of this bed, I'll go back to claim my throne!" He screamed, causing the soup to fly out of his mouth. He then grabbed his head because it hurt and throbbed from being angry.

Mira rolled her eyes. "Ok, I'm sorry that I said it like that, but you can show some respect as well, to me and Arya. You would be a dead man if it wasn't for her, you know..."

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"Ouch!"

"I'm sorry. But I need to clean the wounds. You don't want them to become infected, do you?" Inoa explained as she washed Brianna's back. "They look a little better every day."

Brianna wondered how Aema was doing. She only got 3 hits of the whip and was in all of this pain while he got so many.

She could only sleep on her belly and her skin felt tight.

"How is Aema?" she asked.

"He is still in much pain. His wounds were so deep."

The image of the torture came back before Brianna's eyes again. "When you are done, can you take me to him?"

"No one is allowed to see him, Brianna."

Brianna sighed. Why didn't the man just give Pascal what he wanted in the first place? Then none of this would have happened. It's stupid to have pride in a hopeless situation. He must have known it could only end with Pascal having his way. Or he would break in the end and give Pascal what he wanted, or he would have been killed by the whip.

But now, In the end, she supposed it was her who made Aema break. Did Aema really love her that much?

"But you can see him, right?" Brianna asked.

"Yes, but only because I clean his wounds, as I do yours," Inoa explained.

"Is he already able to speak or talk?"

"He is."

"Can you please give him a message from me?" Brianna asked.

"Sure, what is it, Brianna?"

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After a little walk, Arya had found a little lake that was surrounded by flowers.

She sat on her knees between the colorful blossoms, and bent over to look at her reflection in the lake and she was shocked by the way she looked. Who was that person looking back at her? She didn't even recognize herself anymore. She felt like a fraction of the woman she used to be before she was stuck in a loveless marriage.

She had no loved ones around her anymore and she felt like an idiot because Mira seemed to know more about her husband than she did.

But the man never talked! What happened to him in the past? Why was he like this? So cold.

She was glad that Mira was there for her, but Mira had said that she would leave when Kohl was awake, and now he was.

Arya sighed. She didn't want to be left alone with that man.

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The next day, Arya waved Mira goodbye. It would take the beta lady about 3 days to walk to her brother's village, so she would be gone for at least one and a half weeks.

Kohl was feeling better. He was still tired and sore, but he was out of danger.

"When I am fully recovered we will go to Oprela and I'll contact Aema from there," Kohl said before he got back to devouring Arya's self-made soup.

Arya was happy to return to Oprela! "I'm happy with that plan."

"I'm done," the alpha said and Arya collected his empty plate and cleaned it.

"Ok. I'm going to collect some wood for the fire," she said next.

When Arya already stood with one foot outside, Kohl called out: "Arya?"

Arya turned around. "Yes?"

"..."

Kohl seemed to struggle to find the right words and after a moment, Arya was getting impatient and slightly irritated. She sighed.

"What is it, Kohl? Say something or I'll go."

It seemed like it took forever but Kohl finally said, "uh...t-thank you..." It almost came out as a whisper. "For saving my life."