The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 11

Night was almost falling. Vetta watched Danika as she drew water from the pit. There was no one there, and Vetta was feeling really angry just staring at her.

How can someone in a plain slave uniform, look like royalty even without trying?

It angered Vetta really well. She has to work hard in looking like a mistress she is. Some times, she looks at the mirror and she sees the slave she’s always been.

No. She’s no longer that girl. She isn’t!

She watched as Danika carried the pot of water on her head and started walking. As she got closer to Vetta, she came out of the shadows and placed a leg on the path.

Danika stumbled on it and fell. The pot broke to pieces and she winced, scrapping her elbow on the ground.

Vetta bent down and grabbed hold of her hair. “Watch where you’re going, Slave!” She snarled.

Danika swiveled her head and stared at her. “You placed your leg on my path.” She told her bluntly.

Vetta flushed in anger and struck her hard across the face.

Danika’s head whipped back at the force of the slap, but Vetta yanked her hair forcing her head back to where she wanted it.

“You have no right to talk back at me! And you have no right to make such unfounded accusations!” She hissed angrily.

Danika stared at the woman holding her hair. Her fingers itched to slap her back. The King’s mistress. How can she forget this woman? She didn’t.

When Danika’s eyes held hers defiantly, Vetta let go of her hair. “Do well to avoid my path, Slave. The next time, I’m going to whip you!”

She let go of her hair, straightened to her full height and walked away.

Danika watched her leave. She took deep breaths to calm the anger coursing through her.

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It’s the middle of the night and Lucien was sleeping. He started waking to pleasure…his body registered.

He g*****d inaudibly, his body hypertuned. A hot mouth was giving him a blowjob. Licking hungrily at the seams of his scars, sending a little electric sensation through me.

He wants to believe that it’s Vetta pleasuring him like this in the middle of the night. But he knows it’s not Vetta.

Lucien opened his eyes on the verge of release. He stared at Chad’s head as he bobbed it up and down.

“Chad—” He tried to dislodge the man, even as he tries to wake up from sleep completely.

His mouth let go of him with a pop, and he stared at him dreamily, “Lucien….” Then, he lowered his head again, and applied pressure that left him on the very edge of climax.

Sleep fled Lucien’s eyes and he pushed away from Chad, carefully but firmly. He stared at the man who’s been with him through thick and thin….mostly thin.

Chad and Declan always gave him strength.

Even the times he’d wanted to give up, when it was becoming too much for him, he’d remember these two men first, his dead family and then his people.

Lucien palmed his face. “We’re no more in captivity, Chad. We are free. You’re no longer a slave.” He reminded him slowly, like he always does.

But Chad wasn’t there. Whenever he’s like this….he’s never really here.

Seeing the familiar dilated faraway look in his eyes, a mixture of l**t and sleep, Lucien tugged himself back into his sleeping clothes and rose from the bed. “Come on, big guy.”

He urged him towards the bathroom and poured a full pail of cold water on his head.

Chad sputtered and gasped and rubbed the water from his face.

Lucien crossed his arms and waited for him. He knew the moment Chad joined him back to reality.

His eyes widened, “My King!”

Lucien started for his bedroom in measured strides, leaving him to follow. Arousal beat hard at him, but he tried to push it to the back of his mind.

When he got to the bed and stared back at Chad again, he looked so horrified, he looked like he’ll look consciousness from it.

“I did it again, didn’t I?” He g*****d, miserably.

“You did.”

His knees hit the ground and he lowered his head. “I’m so sorry, My Ki—“

“Stop with the ‘My King’, Chad. It’s the middle of the night and it’s just the both of us in here.”

He nodded once and swallowed guiltily. “I’m so sorry, Lucien.”

Lucien took a deep breath, staring at this man who’s been through hell with him.

He patted Chad’s shoulder, “Rise. Go back to your quarters and try to sleep. The doctor promised to get you the best medicine for this ailment. You will be fine again.”

Chad looked doubtful, but relieved. He rose and walked out of the room, apologizing once again.

Minutes later, Lucien went back to bed and tried to get the sleep that almost eluded him. He has never slept well in the past fifteen years. Ever.

And now, arousal beat at him so hard, it’s so painful.

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Lucien was having nightmares again. He always has nightmares. He always recalls those days in hell.

Tonight, in his sleep, it’s about his second introduction as the King’s Slave. Cone had so many personal slaves from both gender. But he took special interest in him. Cone always made sure his, is always different.

As a male, he fvcked female slaves. That was the rules. It’s like entertainment, and the men f***s the women while the Kings eats and laughs.

Unless, they want to f**k—introduce—a female slave.

While they pumped the males with herbal drugs that made them take as many females as possible, it was no longer enough for Cone.

Cone had tossed him a small bottle. “I want you to f**k him.” He’d ordered.

Even in his dream, Lucien can still remember vividly, checking the botte and discovering a lubricant. He stared at Cone again.

Cone nodded, “I want you to f**k his a*s, Slave, right here. Right now.”

Lucien stared at the ‘him’ in question and it was Chad.

His second introduction was very traumatic for him because he’d been forced to f**k his servant, who’s been his since he was a boy.

He’d done it too. Right there in front of everyone. They’d laughed and cheered, and giggled whenever Chad made sounds that it hurt. Lucien did his best not to make it hurt….at least right there.

He rose from the bed breathing heavily like a man who just ran like a bull.

It’s just a nightmare. It’s just the past. The past can no longer harm me. I am free. I am a king now, not a slave.

Lucien recited it in his mind, the exact way the doctor told him to always too. He found himself calming down, coming back to himself.

He doesn’t need a seer to tell him why his nightmare tonight featured his second introduction. It’s because of earlier.

His second introduction was the most traumatic for him. For Chad too

Only, he didn’t know that Cone was just beginning.

After that horrible experience in the Royal Court, the order came more frequent. For more than eight years.

It can be Chad or any other male Cone wanted. Even after Cone had scarred his phallus severally, he’d still ordered it.

Those experiences affected him badly…made him the colder and harder man he is today. But for Chad, the experience scarred him…seriously. Mentally.

Slaves were trained to get used to what they can’t change. Chad got used to it. He started craving it. His body got addicted to it…to him.

The best medicine man of the kingdom already examined him and diagnosed him with a particular sleep disorder called Sexsomnia.

According to the medicine man, it explains why Chad acts out s****l behaviour even while he’s still asleep. He said that Chad’s mind keeps replaying experiences that are most traumatic for him, hence, he displays them in his subconscious, his mind trapped in the past.

The medicine man is still looking for an antidote for curing the ailment.

He remembered little Remeta. He remembered seeing her mangled body at day…

And what about Declan?

Lucien closed his eyes tight to dismiss the memories. They wouldn’t go. When you live a nightmare for the past twenty years, they become a part of you.

Come made him the monster he is today, and the truth is….he isn’t sure he can ever NOT be this monster.

Franky, he doesn’t care. Not anymore.

He threw the covers from his body and got up. His body was raging, and very painful. He needed relief.

And tonight, he’s going to get it. But not from Vetta.