Wrath

Chapter 2

Another gunshot echoed through the dungeon's confined walls as the king shot Alex in the leg.

Why did you shoot her? "You could have killed her!" the enraged king yelled at his soldier's pathetic attempt.

"You not only shot at a pregnant woman but you also defied my orders." King shouted, enraged. If looks could kill , Alex would have been dead, rotten, and dusted to ashes by now. 

Although Alex's leg was bleeding heavily, he was able to stand thanks to years of constant training, even though he knew that the bullet wound was nothing compared to what the king would do to him if Amara had really been pregnant. Despite his fears and pain, Alex managed to keep his face expressionless and his eyes fixed on the ground in order to avoid upsetting the king further.

The Italian king detested nothing more than crimes against women, since Alex was certain that his majesty would never have allowed a woman into the savage dungeons of his castle if it weren't for his enmity toward Daniel. Women were sacred in his majesty's reign, and offenses against them were punishable by death.

His majesty's yells at others startled Alex out of his trance.

"Call the doctors for the lady and everybody is supposed to treat her as a royal guest, am I clear?"

The other troops answered the king with a series of "yes, majesty's."

While one of the soldiers removed Amara's chains and carried her to a guest room, Alex's legs gave out and his calf started to bleed heavily.

Alex caught the king's attention as he looked past the troops.

The monarch bent down in front of Alex to match his eye level, who was kneeling. The king held Alex's chin, making him look up into his eyes. Alex trembled at the closeness whilst the King gave him a furious gaze.

"If it weren't for the fact that you are my stepbrother and that our father adores you, do you realize that I would have killed you this instant?" The king questioned Alex, each word dripping with venom for him and his father.

"Yes, your Majesty, I can never forget it," Alex said, swallowing his rage because he knew he had no other choice. His stepbrother, who is also  the great king of Italy and is infamous for his cruelty and ruthlessness, Alex knew better than to instigate his stepbrother further or he would live a life worse than death.

"Get yourself fucking checked," the king said, scowling and departing, leaving a kneeling Alex by himself in the dungeon's darkness.

With strong steps, the king arrived in the chamber where the woman was being treated by the doctors.

While Amara lay unconscious on the bed, their female family doctor was monitoring her.

The king entered the room without knocking, and sensing his arrival, the elderly doctor informed him of Amara's condition.

It appears that she fainted due to shock and acute dehydration. I have treated the nasty gash on her head. There is no bullet damage. The doctor spoke fluidly about her health and immediately added, "She is also 4 months pregnant, your majesty. She will probably wake up with a concussion."

The king's lips lit up with a sinister smile that quickly developed into a full-blown belly laugh. The monarch hadn't laughed since his wife was killed two years ago, so he laughed uncontrollably, frightening the lady doctor and the other troops positioned at the door.

His wild laughter subsided as he gazed at the woman with a hateful expression and closed his fists while doing so. The doctor hurried out of there as if her pants were on fire, obeying the king's command to "get out." He didn't have to say this twice.

Sitting on the plush sofa in that very chamber, the monarch drank a glass of scotch and stared at the woman blankly.

The king's eyes moved across the silhouette of the woman's body, taking in her gentle features, the bandage on her forehead, and the chain marks on her arms.

"She's beautiful; it's a shame she's that bastard's wife." The king laughed at his own thoughts, berating himself for even glancing at the woman, but he felt so empty that all that was on his mind was the woman and her terrified expression. He even enjoyed the idea that she resembled a kicked puppy back in his dungeon.

The sound of whimpers on the bed diverted his attention. He rose and stood next to her sleeping form. The whimpering continued, and the king was annoyed with himself for experiencing such feelings. He gently tapped her cheek as lightly as his hard, callused fingers would allow, waking her up. To his amazement, the woman turned away from him, curling up closer to the bed and the blanket.

The king was furious with the woman and swiftly exited the chamber, scowling but saying nothing.

He was content with himself as he had Daniel's wife in his possession and, to top it all off, she was expecting a child. He didn't worry if Daniel didn't love his wife, because he would certainly have adored their unborn child. The monarch knew that Daniel would eventually find Amara, but until then, both Amara and the unborn child belonged to him.

The king was in his office, going over the official business of his realm. when a maid declared Amara had awakened.

Walking eagerly from his office to Amara's room, the monarch was ready to meet her and ask her the same questions, but in a more gentle manner.

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