Alpha King Amir

Chapter 31

AMIR

I paced the room furiously watching for the umpteenth time as her body convulsed, rocking the frame of the bed violently.

An involuntary growl slipped from the confines of my clenched jaw causing the healers to pause mid movement.

They made eye contact with each other before all 6 pairs of eyes turned in my direction. Met with my heated glare, a younger woman approached me timidly.

She tried hiding the shake of her hands by tucking them behind her back, and even though she made a conscious effort to clear her throat before speaking to me, her voice still shook.

"Your highness, we are going to have to ask you to-" her eyes flitted to mine and back away just as quickly. She gulped nervously unable to finish her sentence.

I realized then that the feeling in the entire room had shifted and how everyone's neck was barred but this time not out of ultimate respect instead with a hint of annoyance.

I was preventing them from doing their job, from helping their Queen. My Queen.

"With all due respect your highness please leave" the senior healer spoke out through clenched teeth.

I had been projecting my dominance without being aware. Though the rational side of my brain understood why they had asked for me to leave, my beast did not take lightly to being commanded to leave the side of his mate. Especially when she needed him the most.

Though it was clear to me that we are currently doing more harm than good, his stubbornness refused to budge.

He was on edge, clearly from our mate being in an induced coma for the past 50 hours, having no control over her body and it's impulsive morphing.

We had watched her body forcibly shift, over and over again, and the lifeless tiredness that overtook her once her body was pushed to the limit made us furious.

It was no walk in the park to extract all remnants of the substance she has been ingesting for years.

And watching her body undergo such a task, I made a promise to myself that her father would pay for all he has done.

One look at her connected to IVs and constantly monitored by doctors helped me to regain control of my emotions.

She didn't need an hormonal boy who stood in the way of allowing the doctors helping her. She needed a King that would ensure she was protected so that she can heal, even if that means protecting her from himself.

Wordlessly I left the hospital wing of my home, suddenly becoming hyper aware that I was looking worse for wear.

I was flanked by two guards as soon as I stepped foot out the door and with a slight bow of their heads they fell into step with me silently.

The atmosphere of the house had severely shifted, with most, if not all, of the royal guards now aware that their Queen was in a life threatening operation.

The blind could see how she brought light to the place with her bossy attitude, sharp tongue and playful smile.

Goddess that smile.

It didn't take long for me to reach our wing, I had without her permission moved her belongings here so I could be engulfed by her scent. It brought me a sense of calm especially when my emotions decided to go haywire.

Entering the shower, I thought of how she absolutely consumed my every thought since the very day I had met her.

I blamed myself for not realizing what was taking place sooner, and because of my incompetence I was now facing the consequences.