The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 109

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

She sighed, knowing that the sickness will soon leave her body. It has too. It’s making her too tired lately, and she doesn’t want Baski to know. She does her best to hide it from her…from everyone. Her sickness. Her pain. Her emotional wreckage.

She just have to keep being strong both for herself and this two females she has come to care for.

She stared at Remeta and Sally who was sleeping beside her, quite oblivious of the world. She watched their laboured breathing.

Finally, she got up from the bed when she’s sure that sleep has really eluded her. She might as well go outside and get some fresh air.

She put on her sleeping robe and walked out of the bedroom.

Out in the hallway, it took time before her eyes was able to adjust to the darkness.

She walked through the empty hallway, her harms wrapping around herself. It’s cold outside.

She kept her footsteps soundless, so she doesn’t wake the guards that were sleeping around the corner. Those ones on duty just ignored her as she walked.

Finally, she came out of the palace building and froze suddenly. The King?

Every bone in her body locked tight and she blinked her eyes several times to see clearly. She would know that back anywhere. Even without the expensive clothes, she’ll know him anywhere.

It is truly the king.

He has his back to her. Facing the wall, he was leaning against it. From afar, Danika could see his shoulders so tensed. He held himself so stiff like a draw arrow waiting to snap.

She drank in the very sight of him. Creator, how she has missed this sight.

Warmth filled her inside, and for a moment, she forgot the coldness of the night because a cool air wrapped around her like a lover’s arms as she watched him.

It doesn’t matter that the night was so dark, she can still see him through the moonless night. She drank in the very sight of him.

But his restlessness was getting to her. She can’t see his face, but she knows that he’s so troubled.

How she can feel his pain from several miles away, she doesn’t know. But she can practically feel it so bad, it was almost bringing tears to her eyes.

This is his weak moment and he wouldn’t be having it outside if he ever thought anybody would see him. Danika knows that she’s supposed to pretend that she didn’t witness this moment and go back to her bedroom.

But, she found her legs carrying her towards him even before she could try to talk her brain out of him. Not that she’ll succeed even if she have such conversation with her head.

He is in pain. And there is a supreme urge in her to soothe him.

She reached towards him and wrapped her arms around him from behind.

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Danika.

When the feminine arms wrapped around him, he knew instantly who it is.

He didn’t know how he knew that, the woman was holding him in a slightly tight embrace that prevents him from looking behind him and seeing who it is.

But he knew that it’s Danika. Not Vetta. And definitely, not his future bride.

And how did he know this? What exactly gave her away? …made her touch so unique?

Is it because a rare calmness settled over him the instant her arms made contact with his midriff?

Or because all the voice of the past—demons of the past—in his head suddenly stopped talking and went silent?

Or because a certain kind of peacefulness suddenly settled over him, lifting his soul and soothing over the pain in his cold heart?

All these only made him stiffen his shoulders even more in rejection. But, her arms only tightened around him.

He felt her head on his back, and then, swiveled her head to the side so that her cheek is left pressing into him.

“Danika.” His voice was hoarse.

“My king…” She whispered.

Her voice wrapped around him like a cloak, stronger than the soft arms around his middle.

He did not realize how much he had missed that voice, until he heard it whispering to him now.

“Let me go.” It was supposed to be a command. But it came out like a call upon supplication.

“No. Please, let me hold you… You’re hurting.”

At the back of his head, it registered that it’s the first time she is ever saying ‘no’ to him. The first time she is blatantly disobeying him. For him.

“Danika.” This second time was a hoarse warning.

She shuddered against him, shaking her head wordlessly on his back. He felt wetness in his back, and knew that it’s her tears.

It’s no longer as cold out here, Lucien thought. His heart no longer feel so hurting and bereft. And it’s all because of her.

Who is this woman?

How does she have this power over him? How can she manage to do the things she does so effortlessly…with just a single touch?

Danika knows the moment all tension drained from his big body. He made a move and she loosened her arms around him.

He pulled back from her and turned towards her. Blue eyes and face devoid of emotions stared down at her.

Danika can’t even begin to imagine the way she looked. She had tears running down her face, and her hair must be messy from tossing around in bed.

She’d bet she’d lost some weight too because of how little she has been able to keep down. Lately, most of her foods makes it out of her mouth after eating.

All those wasn’t what was supposed to bother her. She’d blatantly disobeyed him a few moments ago, he can easily have her head for that.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t her main concern.

Her eyes was raking over his body to make sure it wasn’t physical discomfort that had him strapped against the wall. She was making sure he wasn’t physically hurt.

Tears of relief joined the tears that was already making it down her cheeks as she saw that he’s physically fine.

He might be an emotionally wreck, but physically, he’s not hurt.

“You’re fine…” Love, concern and relief filled her voice as the whispered pushed out of her mouth and her eyes finally found his face.

His eyes flashed.

The silence of the night stretched as she looked him in the eyes, getting drunk from the very gaze of him.

One can easily get lost in his eyes. Eyes that were devoid of warmth, and filled with pain.

Suddenly, he grabbed hold of her arm and tugged her closer to him.

One moment, the night air was caressing her front and the next, her face was buried in his wide chest and his strong arms was going around her in a tight embrace.