The King's Queen

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Chapter Twenty ▪︎ The King's Queen

A couple days have passed. Dahlia was almost fully healed and she could finally get out of that hospital room.

Alexander was terrified of someone possibly hurting her as she left the safety of those four walls, heavily guarded by his men.

She stepped out of the hospital. It was a surprisingly cold, but sunny day. There were cars parked just outside of the entrance.

Alexander surprised her by hooking his arm around her waist and taking her to the car closest to the entrance. He opened the door for her and when she settled down, he tied not one, but two seatbelts around her. The images of her bloodied body with shards of glass sticking out from her skin and smoke emitting from the broken engine was enough for him to panic completely and get another seatbelt installed on the passenger side of the car. He also got tinted windows and airbags installed everywhere he could.

To say he was paranoid was an understatement.

He got to his side of the car and sat down. He didn't bother with tying the seatbelt for his side.

Dahlia leaned over him, with great difficulty due to the seatblets, and grasped the metal clasp behind his head and clasped it to the orange part attached to his seat.

"Returning the favor." She smiled at him smugly.

His heart fluttered at his mate. A slight pink hue burned on his cheeks and the tip of his ears.

Dahlia almost melted at the sight.

The two were much closer after the days they spent talking at the hospital.

She didn't exactly feel like they were even close to being close like a couple, but they were at least getting to know each other.

The thought scared her. Did he expect her to be a queen? To be his queen? She remembered her father and shuddered hard. Her whole childhood was ruined because of him, but she wouldn't let him ruin her future.

She had a choice, something she never had before.

The car purred as Alexander pressed a button on the dashboard, and soon, they were on an asphalt road.

"How are you feeling?" Alexander worried. His bottom lip was in between his feeth but he didn't dare risking a glance at his mate. He couldn't take a risk like that.

His beast was out of control, craving the affection his mate was suplosed to offer. Alexander reigned him in by tying him down to the darkest corners of his mind. He couldn't risk him escaping and possibly scaring Dahlia with his words.

Thanatos was so strong he could escape Alexander's being and become his own. He didn't have a physical form, but he was almost a matter made up of raw power.

He escaped once, and many suffered his wrath. All of the people Thanatos didn't like, which is a lot, died instantly by the dark matter suffocating their souls.

"Alex, focus on the road." Dahlia lightly poked his thigh to get his attention, since words were apparently useless.

"You gave me a nickname?" He asked.

"Yes. Why are you so shocked? You call me Flower all the time." She turned to him.

He didn't want to risk a crash, so he turned on autopilot. The steering wheel disappeared in the dashboard and was replaced by an armstand. Alexander's seat rotated so it was facing her and hers followed suit.

"I've never had  nickname. I mean, not an affectionate one. Thanatos is a sort of nickname, but it's not my own. People, hunters in particular, called me many names, but no one ever called me Alex. It means a lot to me. Thank you." He voiced his gratitude.