Alpha Prince Unexpected Mate

After promising Lancelot that neither of them would speak about all that they had heard, and seen in the room today, both Lee and Doctor Flinn believed it was time for them to take their leave.

"I must be going now sir, I would not want the queen to search for me. She would think that I supported your unruly behavior towards the crown," Lee spoke, sending Lancelot a wink, just to ease the tension in the room. Lancelot managed to chuckle, butler Lee had always had his way with words. The man knew how to bring life out of every dead situation, and make everyone share in his joy. Lancelot considered himself blessed to have him in his life. "And I as well, I do have grandchildren to return to," Flinn spoke up, casting a knowing smile at Lancelot.

Lancelot's eyes moved from Lee to Flinn continuously.

"So, you two ganged up on me huh? Came together and now you're leaving together." As he spoke, everyone laughed.

"It's nothing like that, you're with the one you care about, it is time we return to the ones we care about too...you're one of them, but you know what I'm saying," Flinn replied, while still laughing.

"And I have a job I care about," Lee added, throwing his head back in laughter.

When all their daughters dissolved, Lancelot granted them permission to leave, and watched as they did.

The only ones who remained in the room were Roxanne, Peter, him, Lee and the hospital doctor.

After taking another look at Roxanne, the doctor excused himself out of the room, but Lancelot called him back.

"Sir?" he asked, looking up at Lancelot with an uncertain look on his face. The Alpha King's eyes scrutinized the doctor's lean frame, before speaking up.

"You were saying something earlier, before my visitors came in. I would like you to finish your statement," Lancelot spoke, in a dangerously hush tone.

Doctor Matthias cleared his throat and adjusted the collar of his laboratory coat before looking Lancelot straight in the eyes. He had to inform him of the severity and complexity of the situation, and also make sure he understands everything. "As I was saying earlier, I was quite surprised that the baby did not suffer great casualties, such as death, but that does not mean..."

The rest of the doctor's statement blurred out of Lancelot's mind, once he heard the word 'baby.'

His brows squinted in confusion, and for the first time in a very long time, Lancelot was dumbstruck, speechless, and at a loss for both words and actions.

What the hell did the doctor mean by "the baby"? What was he even talking about? Roxanne was pregnant?

Lancelot's eyes drifted to Roxanne, who lay on the bed, with an oxygen mask strapped to her nose. This was so much to take in, even for him. He blinked sporadically, fighting to keep his head and his thoughts in the present. "...however, once she is awake, we would make sure to carry out scans just to make sure the baby is healthy. Although, it would be difficult seeing as the fetus is barely eight weeks old. But, with our expert technology and..." Barely two months old? Lancelot thought again. It dawned on him all of a sudden. The night of her sister's wedding! The night they had shared, the one he marked her in. It all made sense now, the baby she was carrying was his.

Why didn't she know since? And if she did, why didn't she tell him?

"...I assure you sir, I would do everything within my medical power to make sure that both mother and child survive this unscarred," the doctor spoke again, bowing to Lancelot.

"You had better," was all Lancelot managed to say. Not surprised by his fairly hostile reaction, the doctor excused himself from the room once again, and Lancelot was left to stare at Roxanne's stomach, continuously. "This complicates everything, Your Grace."

Lancelot shrugged on hearing Peter speak. He wondered why and how his assistant was able to read his thoughts all the time.

"She's carrying my pup," Lancelot spoke up. It felt so surreal to him, like he was dreaming. He had never imagined that Roxanne would be carrying his pup. He had put the poor thing in danger all this while without knowing it. By the goddess! The baby wasn't even here yet, and he was already being a bad parent.

"That's not the problem sir. Everything is heated, everywhere is on fire. The palace, how do you explain this to the royal house?"

"I am Alpha Lancelot now, I believe London Pride pack is mine."

"Not if you don't arrive at the palace before 11pm," Peter cut in, harsher than he had intended to sound. For the sole reason that Lancelot knew he was right, he allowed his assistant's behavior slide. Everyone was hanging by a thin thread now, it was only natural Peter's snaps before his.

He stole a glance at the analogue clock on the room wall, it was already 10:15pm. He had to return to the palace as soon as possible.

But before that, he had to make sure that Roxanne was safe and properly taken care of.

He turned to Peter before speaking.

"Get in touch with her friend from New York, the one who escorted her to the airport, I can't seem to remember her name."

"Emily," Peter spoke up, and Lancelot sighed.

"Yes, Emily. Make sure that she is here first thing tomorrow morning, we would cover the cost of flight and ticket, and I need her to be with Roxanne as soon as possible." She's the only one he trusted with Roxanne. Although Peter had been loyal to him for three years, it now seemed as though his assistant was more loyal to the crown, than he was to Lancelot Dankworth, and Lancelot did not like that.

"Yes sir." Peter nodded.

"You'll hurry back to the palace and get her clothes and all necessary items. She would not be returning to the palace until I'm able to get everything under control," Lancelot ordered again. Within him, Peter fought the urge to shrug his shoulders.

Put everything in order? That would take a while, he thought. But, he knew better than to voice such thoughts. So, he bowed in adherence once more.

"I would do all that you've asked sir."

"Good, leave now."

Peter didn't ask any more questions, not even how or when Lancelot would return to the palace. If Lancelot didn't care about his crown, why should he be the one to beat himself up about it?

As he walked down the corridor of hospital rooms, soaked with the smell of bleach and antiseptic and painted with a very pale shade of sky-blue, he tucked his hand into his back pocket and drew out his phone.

Luckily, he had saved Emily's number as one of Roxanne's next-of-kin, should anything happen to her. He searched for her number in her phone and dialed it. It rung for about twenty seconds, before he heard a seemingly breathless voice at the end of the phone.

"Hello?"

"Am I on to Emily?" he asked, still walking swiftly.

"Yes, you are. And you are?"

"Peter Robertson, from Dankworth group of Companies..."

"Where Roxy works!" he heard her cut in once more. Already exhausted from the day's activities, Peter sighed.

"Yes, exactly."

"Is everything okay? Is Roxanne fine? We haven't spoken in a while and..."

"She was involved in an accident, a severe one." At that point, he was too tired think of better ways to tell Emily about what had happened, she would just have to make do with his explanation, until she arrived and got the truth. "What?" It was both a question and an exclamation, but Peter treated it as only the former.

"She was involved in an accident, but she is out of serious danger. We would need you here in London first thing tomorrow morning. All costs for your flight would be covered by us, and we apologize for the inconvenience this news might have caused." Even Peter found it faintly amusing how he could be so formal in a time like this. He did not have the strength to be anything else.

"We would make sure that..." he continued, but Emily's hurt and urgent voice cut in.

"I don't care what you do, but make sure you are at London airport to pick me up by 11 am sharp."

Before Peter could reply, he heard the call end. He signed and slipped it back into his pocket before heading for his car. Butler Lee must have taken a ride from Doctor Flinn back to the palace, he thought.

He entered into his car, took one long look at the hospital building, before starting his engine and driving off. He maintained a certain speed until he arrived at the palace. He parked his car in the car park and hurried into the servant's quarters, located Roxanne's room with slight ease.

Peter wasn't sure exactly what to pack, so he carried her box and walked out of the room. The maids around stared at him with questions in their eyes, even the head maid, Marilyn, tried to stop him at the entrance door, but one furious stare from Peter made her rethink her decision, and she moved past, allowing him to walk freely.

He pulled the box along, until he got back to the car park. When he located his blue Venza, he opened the trunk of the car and safely tucked Roxanne's luggage inside. When he was done, he closed it and made his way to the driver's seat.

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However, it seemed like he was not the only one present in the car park, as he thought. As soon as Peter closed his driver's seat door, the door beside him opened, and a very familiar figure crawled into the seat beside him. She casually flashed him a smile, her gorgeous and charming smile that had his heart tumbling the first time he saw it.

His heartbeat quickened, and suddenly, his tension and anger seemed to dissolve into a puddle of sweat on his face.

Peter stared at her, confused and unsure of what to think, or what to do next. What was she doing in his car? What was he to say to her? He did not even realized that his mouth was ajar until Queen Hera, second wife of King Ahab, king of the witches, spoke to him.

"Why stare at me as though you've seen a ghost?" she asked, still smiling. Peter shook his head in excitement and managed to close his mouth.

Perhaps, he had seen a ghost after all.

"Listen, I didn't come here for this boring coronation, alright? I just need you to take me to a bar, where I can have good drinks and listen to good jazz. I have absolutely missed brandy," she spoke to him as though she had more in mind than drinks and dance, and Peter was carried away in the thought for a brief second, before he snapped himself out of it.

"I would really love to, Your Highness, but with the situation on ground..."

"Does this situation have anything to do with Alpha Lancelot's human mate?" she asked again, with her subtle voice.

Peter froze in shock as he stared at her. He did not know that she knew about Roxanne. Just how many people knew and kept it to themselves?

However, Hera wasn't sure, she had only made a wild guess after piecing bits and pieces of Athaliah's conversation with Lancelot in their courtroom. But, the look on Peter's face had just confirmed it was true. How very...interesting, she thought.

Perhaps, this coronation festivities wouldn't be as boring as she had earlier presumed.

"Look," she finally spoke, placing a hand on Peter's thigh, in order to unfreeze him. And it worked, because in split seconds, Peter's senses were wide awake, and very responsive to her touch.

"I do not really care or mind whatever is going on. I just want a drink. So, would you grant a poor alcohol starved queen's wish?"

Like hell! If she continued to speak to him like that, or touch him like that, he would grant whatever wish she made.

He couldn't let her see that, even though it was very obvious to Hera. He cleared his throat and sat up, to regain his posture and stance.

"Very well then, but would have to wait in the car until I'm done with my assignment."

Hera flashed him a cornered smile and withdrew her hand from his thigh, settling into her seat.

"I assure you that would not be a problem."