The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 111

“My nightmares were filled with Declan. That was why I couldn’t sleep.”

She did say it then. “I’m sorry, my king.”

They reached the chair they’d once sat on, four weeks ago. To Danika, it felt like ages since the king brought her here before.

When he lowered himself to the wooden chair, she sat beside him, putting some distance between them.

They stared out of the river. In the middle of the night, the water was almost still. They’re was so waves, no tumbling. Just the beautiful sight of water beneath the dark clouds of the night.

Then, he wrapped a strong arm around her and pulled her closer to him. He lowered his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes.

“Let us be like this… Just for tonight.” He g*****d.

The tension left her body and she melted into him. The memories of the past has not made him cold towards her because she’s her father’s daughter.

Thank you, Creator. She whispered in her mind. This is truly a stolen moment.

A moment where there’s no duty. No Cone’s daughter. No master. No slave.

Just a woman who loves a man so much. And a man who’s about to get married to another.

She closed her eyes against the slash of pain in her heart. “My king?”

“Mmh.” His eyes remained closed.

“Can I pat your hair?”

“You can.”

She curled her fingers into his jet black curls and began patting it rhythmically.

He seem to relax more against her, his breathing cane out in a sigh. She was acutely aware of his body beside hers. So acutely aware.

The unique scent of his expensive cologne—which she has missed this past few weeks—was all she breathed.

King Lucien felt whole again sitting down there with his head to her small shoulder, and his eyes closed. This past few weeks hasn’t been easy.

Duty was never easy. He’d done his best not to think of her, and to put all memories of her aside to be able to perform his duties as a king.

He never expected it to be as hard as it was. But, it turned out to be one of the hardest things he’d done; keeping her out of his chambers and his bed.

For the first time in so long he can breath easily again. The voices in his head had died down, his demons has disappeared, and now, only peace and serenity remains.

It’s her. He has come to realize it a long time ago.

He’d referred to Sally as an angel. But in his mind, whenever he thinks of the white garment dwellers in the home of the Creator, her image is the first that comes to his mind.

He was done question why it’s so. Why it’s her. Questions do not provide him with the answer.

But, he hopes that one day, he will have the answer why the daughter of the biggest monster in the universe happens to be the bringer of peace, bearer of light and the cloak of calmness.

“My king?” Her melody voice filled the night.

“Mmh.”

“We have to go back to the palace. It’s not safe out here for you in the night, without any bodyguards around.”

You will protect me.

King Lucien frowned. He did not know why such a thought came from, but it was there.

It dawned on him that he believed it to be true.

She will try to protect him, if anything happens. Not that he can’t protect himself—he can, really well. But, he knew that she will want to.

He did not know how he knew that, but his instincts was saying it’s true anyway. He has come to trust her that much, he realized.

He only frowned harder and pulled away from her.

“You’re right. Let us go back in.”

Danika rose first from the wooden chair and a wave of dizziness slammed her with so much force, she swayed on her feet and almost fell.

Strong arms shot out and wrapped around her midriff, saving her from loosing her balance.

“Are you alright?” He g*****d, his face scowling.

She nodded repeatedly as the waves of dizziness passed. “Yes. Thank you, my king.”

But he didn’t let go of her.

She stared down at his arms on her body. Instead of pulling away, he wrapped them more securely around her middle…pulling her closer to him.

Then, he lowered his head to her belly and kept it there.

Butterflies spread out inside her, warmthed sizzled in her. Memories of the first day he did something like this fulled her mind.

She practically wore her love for him in her eyes as she began patting his hair again.

King Lucien closed his eyes again. For a man that hates physical contact of any kind from people, he is sure being touchy-feely with her tonight.

But, this is a stolen moment where duty do not have to matter. And he was feeling a different kind of pain filled him.

The pain of his inability to father a child.

A king that cannot produce an heir.

What will the world say about this? What will his people think about this?

Swiveling his head so that his cheek rested on her belly, he allowed that pain to wash over him.

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