The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 131

King Lucien tried to lay down his pounding head and go to sleep, but sleep remained so far from him. He isn’t surprised, but still he tried.

When he finally slept, his dreams were the usual nightmares. The memories of Declan play themselves one after another in his head.

He woke up sweating profusely and breathing hardly. It’s the middle of the night and silence already descended everywhere.

Memories of Declan do not hesitate to break him down. Will a day every come when he will remember his believed cousin without such intense pain gripping his chest?

Declan never deserved that kind of horrible death. He does not deserve it at all.

A pounding headache nagged him. He got up from the bed and walked out of the bedroom.

He has no destination in mind, but his legs carried him towards Danika’s bedroom. He took the key from the guard standing out there and sent the guard away.

He opened the door, but made no move to enter deeper into the bedroom. His arms crossed together, his face inscrutable, he watched her sleep.

She looks so small on the big bed, her blond hair spread out everywhere. Even while bandaged up like a sacrificial lamb at the altar, she looks as beautiful as an angel and as forbidden as sin.

He does not plan to be found out. Doesn’t want her to know that he ever came here.

It’s been three nights since his future bride came to the palace, and he hasn’t summoned her to his bed. That is not the way things should be.

The courtship is for the king to get to know his queen, to spend all his spare time with her, for the queen to warm his bed and satisfy his s****l urges.

He has no desire of all of that. In his mind—so very deep into his mind, he acknowledges that he has the desire to spend more time with Danika, than his future queen.

But then again, when a man performs his duties, he do not have to like them. It is called a duty because it is an obligation—whether you fancy it or not.

His eyes took in her bandaged arms. Is she doing better?

He watched her sleep for a little while. The rise and fall of her belly in breathing fascinated him. He walked into the bedroom, getting close to her, he bowed a little and placed a hand on her belly.

Just a feather-like touch of assurance. Is that what it is?

He frowned a bit and straightened himself to his full height. He did not know how long passed as he stood there and just watched the rise and fall of her chest, of her belly.

Finally, he tore his eyes away from her. He turned to leave—

Danika’s bladder woke her up all of a sudden. She’d kept her eyes closed, trying to put off the feeling of having to get up from the bed and use the bathroom.

But, the pressure was suddenly unbearable for her. She stirred, stretching herself a little bit. The moment she took that first step into consciousness, she felt his presence.

King Lucien is here. He really did come tonight.

Her eyed opened and found his, standing beside her on the bed.

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🌺🌺IN THE KINGDOM OF NAVIA🌺🌺

So late at night, no one is awake anymore. Just the guards on duty.

A small house was located in the secluded part of the town. Darkness surrounded the house…it’s way past midnight.

Time for lovers. Time for nightmares.

Inside that house, it’s owner laid on the bed and he was having nightmares. He breathed heavily and thrashed on the bed, lost in the tight grip of his nightmares.

He lost his memories a long time ago, and so, his nightmares do not make sense to him.

All he knows is that it’s hard for him to have a peaceful sleep, and his nightmares do not reveal much.

It’s only filled with images that aren’t complete. Horrible suffering he does not understand.

But, tonight, he heard words in his nightmares for the first time.

Someone shouting a name. The person’s voice was filled with so much pain and desperation.

“Declan…! Nooo, leave him alone…! DECLAAAAN!!” The voice roared so loudly.

Callan shot up from the bed, sweating profusely. His breathing erratic as he tried to catch his breath.

The voice would not stop calling to him and pleading on his behalf.

Declan, the voice called him. Instead, of Callan.