The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 12

Danika was sleeping but she knew the exact moment when she was no longer alone. She’d locked her door, and only one person has the key to open her lock.

Her eyes snapped open and she stared at the door. Lucien stood there, his face as cold and as unreadable as always.

Danika felt something different in that moment. A chill went down her spine. The hatred he has for her is back in his eyes. Not that it ever abated, but still.

“Get up and strip.” He g*****d, his voice as always wasn’t raised.

Adrenaline filled her body. She sat up and raised her nightclothes above her head with trembling hands. Her flimsy underthings followed right after her nightclothes.

Naked, she stated at him, a little scared. He looked more terrifying and formidable than always.

“Lie on the bed and give me your back.”

She did as he said, her hands tightening on the cheap bedcover, she closed her eyes.

His body covered hers from behind and she felt him pressing against her from behind. He nudged her opening with his e******n.

Before it registered on her that he wasn’t planning to prepare her body, he worked the head of his phallus into her, and shoved all the way into her.

Danika let out an agonizing wail as the searing pain spread inside her. She grabbed hold of the mattress cover. It hurts badly and the burning sensation was too much for her to handle.

He withdrew from her and plunged into her again, all the way to the hilt. She buried her face on the bed and let out a muffled scream.

His strong hands went to her waists, he lifted her so her middle stopped touching the bed, and he began pounding her eanestly.

He took long deep thrusts that caused her to let out more muffled screams. He was bruising her badly, pain too much, she started struggling against him.

Only, he had more plans for her.

His large hands really held her down, and he covered her completely with his body, caging her.

He snaked his hand in front of her and grabbed hold of her breasts. He pinned her nipples so hard and didn’t let go, as he pounded inside her with deep rough thrusts.

Danika started trembling with the persistent force of his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping skin heard.

He didn’t pull punches tonight and he wasn’t trying to restrain himself, Danika realized all of a sudden when he fisted her hair and yanked on it hard.

She yelped, tightening her hands on the bed. He pushed both of his legs in between hers and spread one of his leg forward…..causing her leg to spread more her him.

He pushed her shoulders down on the bed, grabbed hold of her h**s and thrust so deep into her, she forgot muffling her screams and let out a high piercing scream.

He was going so deep inside her, it hurts badly, and the force of his thrusts were really rough. He kept up the brutal plunges, in long hard deep strokes.

While Danika screamed, she distinctively noticed that he was groaning. He was taking his pleasure from her for the first time, but in a very brutal way.

He let go of a nipple and snaked his hand down to the nub of her womanhood, and he slapped her hard down there.

She cried out tearfully, and he slapped her cl’t again as he kept plummeting her body. Danika’s thighs shook badly and her screams resonated the whole palace. The sound agonizing, excruciating.

“Please….! Please….!” She sobbed, her whole body shaking under the ruthless possession.

He kept up the relentless thrusts, angling her again to go more deep. The force of his thrusts rattled the bed so much, and kept jarring Danika. He grabbed hold of her n’pple, held it in a pinch and pulled so hard.

She writhed on the bed and screamed unrestrained. In the dark of the night, only her screams were heard in the palace.

Danika didn’t know how long passed. She didn’t know just how long he maintain such brutal strength. Her strength elapsed a long time ago, and she just laid there shaking, too tired to scream, she can only whimper and sob.

Then, he grunted as he finished on top of her. He pulled out from her, and got up severing all contact.

He arranged his clothing, not a single expression on his face. He didn’t spare her a glance as he walked out of the room just like he came.

Danika laid huddled there, unable to move her body. Everywhere hurts. Everywhere.

She tightened her eyes closed, whimpering like a wounded thing. Scared of this new world she lives in.

When Vetta heard her screams from her own room, she couldn’t help the smile that spread all over her face.

For the first time! Now, that’s more like it.

Every night in the Mombana Kingdom is like a zoo. So much screams and cries and shouts and more screams.

Men cry with whatever is being done to them at that particular time,and women scream from the animalistic way the guards takes their body. Bastards, who has no reason to be animalistic…unlike Lucien.

When she stopped hearing Danika’s voice, she got up from the bed in her nightclothes and made her way out of the room, because the king will need her.

She cornered to the path that leads to the king’s chambers in time to see the king at the door of his chambers.

“My King—” She was whispering seductively.

He didn’t spare her a glance. “Get out, Vetta. I don’t need you.”

He entered his chambers and she heard the lock turn. Vetta was so shocked, she doesn’t know what to say. She stood speechless, trying to assimilate his words.

When she did…,she doesn’t know the greater feeling she was having.

Anger, that he went all the way with that slave and even found satisfaction from her body. Or fear, that somehow…..somehow….she feels that some things will start changing and they wouldn’t be in her favor.

Danika fell sick. It took three days before she started getting better.

Baski was the person to come to her room the next morning, she found her in the exact position she laid in. The woman had helped her out of bed and helped her to take a bathe, she was running high on fever.

Afterwards, she’d helped her use herbal portions. She explained each ones to her.

The one that soothes the body, the one heals wounds. The one that calms the body, the one drives pain away, the one that takes away fever and so many others.

Danika was able to open her mouth to ask a disturbing question.

“W-What about…herbal portions….that prevents a baby?” her voice hoarse from overuse.

Baski turned pale like a ghost. But only for a second.

“I’ll get them.” Then, she hurried outside and came back with some kind of leaves. She proceeded to grind them and squeeze out the water.

She placed the cup on the fireplace until the content became hot. Then, she help Danika drink it. It was very bitter but she finished it.

In the other days after that first day, Danika didn’t know what happened. How no one disturbed her.

There was no order to go to the mines. No order to wash clothes. No order to fetch bucketloads of water. No order at all.

“Is it the King?” She’d asked Baski on the third day.

“That did what?” The older woman asked as she made another portion.

“That gave orders for them to leave me alone?”

When Baski stared at the incredibly beautiful but tired woman on the bed who shrugged.

“This is the first time I’m having such long rest since I was made a slave.” Danika said as a way of explanation.

Baski turned back to her portions. “I kept them away. They should do there duties and leave you alone for now.”

Danika didn’t say anything for so long. Then she whispered, “Thank you so much, Baski. For everything.”

The woman just nodded and continued making the portions she was making.

“I made several portions for her. Helped her with a soothing balm. She needs her strength so I made the hermsbalm for her and—“

Lucien stopped writing and gave her a speaking look.

Baski stopped speaking. He never asks for details—he doesn’t need them—but Baski never fails to come give them.

He started writing again. His face devoid of emotions, he stared down at the scroll in front of him.

“She asked who’s order it is that she should be left alone.” Baski spoke again.

Lucien’s bulky shoulders stiffened and he paused writing. He raised his head to stare at Baski without saying a word.

“I told her that it’s my order…..I didn’t tell her that it’s yours, just like you instructed.” She provided quickly.

His muscles relaxed and he lowered his head to continue writing again. He demarcated the scroll and drew a new line on it.

“She requested for portions that p-prevents a baby.” She rushed out.

His head shot up and he stiffened. His face that was devoid of emotions before, became filled with anger, and loathing.

“What did you do?” When he spoke, his words came out low but very deadly.

Baski wiped her hands a little nervously on her apron. “I made her the portions.”

Lucien didn’t say a word for very long seconds.

The time dragged by, but he never said a word.

When his words came, they were cold and spoken without revealing any emotion. “You should have told her not to worry about that because her father made sure that that would never happen.”

Baski lowered her head. “I knew that it’s not my place to say things like that about the king.”

His lips twitched a bit, his eyes as cold as ever. “A king who’s potent but sterile? A king who can’t father a child?”

“A fierce king who led his people out of slavery.” She told him without missing a beat.

She, Lucien, Chad and their kingdom’s medicine men are the only people aware of his condition. Not even Vetta knows that one.

Lucien said nothing. Instead, he went back to writing.

“The slave girl…. Sally….” Baski began.

“What about her?” He inked his feather.

“She still comes here every morning, crying to be let in.”

Lucien didn’t look at her. He folded the well-written scroll and kept it aside. He withdrew a new scroll and unfolded it.

“She wants to be a palace slave. She wouldn’t give up. She wants to be with the former princess Danika.” Baski pushed on.

He changed the writing ink, and kept a new one on the table. He didn’t say anything for so long.

Then, “When she comes again, take the girl to cloth room and change her into the uniform.”

Baski smiled for the first time and bowed her head. “Yes, My King.” Before she turned and left.