The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 108

Can a person live and breath pain?

That was the question Lucien was asking himself as he laid in the cold hard cage, his body hurting badly. His ribs felt like they’ve been roasted in a hot blazing fire.

His pain, he can always deal with in his own in private…in slience. But now, Declan needs him. Declan needs him now.

He bit back a growl as he got up from the ground and walked to the bars of the cage that adjoined his present cage with Declan’s cage.

“Hey…” He growled out.

Declan opened his eyes and stirred. Lucien can see that he wasn’t really sleeping, he was just forcing himself. At twenty-one, Declan has developed a very bad case of insomnia.

Just like every other slave. Some worst than the others.

“Prince Lucien…” He g*****d, crawling closer. He placed his bruised hand into the outstretched hand of his cousin brother.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, Deck. I wasn’t able to protect you.” Lucien’s heart was so heavy in his chest.

Declan shook his head vigorously. Eyes red from crying beseeched his, “Don’t, please. It’s not your fault. I was only whipped. That’s child’s play compared to what you have been through.”

“I was supposed to protect you…” Lucien squeezed the cold hands of his little brother, tears of rage burning furiously at the back of his eyes.

“You have been protecting me for the past eight years, I’ve only gotten a little part of the things you’ve been through, I will forever be grateful to you.”

Lucien pressed his head at the cold bar, his eyes closed. Rage and pain has become a living breathing thing inside him.

He doesn’t want this for Declan. He should never know a life like this.

“I’ll get us out of here, Deck. I’ll get each and every one of us out of here. You… My people…. None of you deserve this. I’ll get you out of here.”

“One day, you’ll wake up and be happy because you’re free again. I’ll make sure that happens.” He vowed.

The silence of the night got interrupted by Declan’s hitched breathing. “You don’t deserve this too, my brother. And I know you’ll get us out of this. I strongly believe it.”

And it was there in his eyes, that strong believe. In Declan’s face, was that great trust he has.

Lucien made the vow everyday, and his people never stopped believing in him. Not after eight years. Not after nine years too.

He kept holding Declan’s hand until Deck fell asleep, his bruised hand holding tightly onto him as if he’s afraid to let go.

As if he’s scared that if he let’s go, the guards will come for him again. That Coza will come to brutalize him if he let’s go….

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King Lucien sprang awake from the bed, his chest heaving.

He closed his eyes tight, the burning in his cold heart was so much, he feared it’ll burn him alive.

Can’t breath. Can’t breath.

Declan.

He was suffocating. The worst kind of nightmares… The most painful memories are always that of Declan’s.

They always leave him in rage. In pain. Disorganized. And dangerously close to his eyes watering.

He lived with the guilt that he failed his people for the past ten years. He failed them by not getting them out of that hellhole earlier.

But, the guilt is nothing compared to the one he feels about his cousin brother. He’d failed him in every way.

He wasn’t able to keep the promise he made to Declan.

Instead of getting him free, he’d gotten Declan killed.

Instead of making Declan see the sun again as a free person, he made him see the grave.

The pain was excruciating

. And that was how the memories of it has lived in his head and replays itself every night for the past few weeks that he hasn’t been able to get some sleep.

He rose completely and got down from the bed. He needed some fresh air. Time outside to breath.

His own private haven was suffocating him.

He put on his long robe and walked out of his bedroom in the middle of the night.

He hadn’t been able to see his future bride today because of how busy and tight his schedule had been.

He’d spend all day in court, he’d come back with a bad headache and so tired in his wary bones he’d thought that maybe…for the first time…that he’ll be able to go to have a peaceful sleep.

He hasn’t been more wrong. His demons haunted him. His shoulders tensed, restlessness was the very air he breaths.

Some nights were worst than the others.

This is one of those nights.

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Danika’s bladder woke her up in the middle of the night.

Afterwards, she wasn’t able to go back to sleep again no matter how she tried. She shifted restlessly on the bed, turning to the other side and facing away from the sleeping Remeta.

She closed her eyes tight and tried to go back to sleep. There was no sound in the night. Just the usual silence and blackness.

She waited and waited and waited. Sleep eluded her.

Quite strange, because for the past few weeks she has become very good friends with sleep.

And now, for the first time, it’s deserting her.

She rose from the bed, ignoring the way her belly growled in hunger. She wasn’t able to eat dinner because she didn’t have the appetite for the food that was cooked.

Another strange occurrence because she always has appetite for tomato bisque soup and roasted chicken.