The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 132

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.

“My king…” Danika whispered sleepily.

“Get some sleep, Danika… I was not here.”

His deep voice blended with the night, and sent shivers down her bruised body.

“Yes… You were not here.” She easily agreed with him to make everything easy. Her mind was all slurred up from dozens of portions and pills.

But, no matter how hazy her mind is, she knows that the king is standing right there. And she doesn’t want him to go.

“How are you feeling?” His arms were crossed around his chest, he’s dressed for bed in his casual attire.

He doesn’t look like a man that has gotten any sleep. He must have been busy all day.

“I feel…better than I did, yesterday.” Danika told him truthfully. Whatever it is Baksi has been giving her, it’s making her feel better.

He nodded once, and turned to leave.

Her bladder only pressured her all the more. She made a move to get up from the bed, wincing when her body protested that movement.

He turned to her and scowled when he realized that she’s trying to get up from the bed. “What are you doing?”

The deep command of the calm question halted her, she glanced at him warily. “I w-want to use the bathroom…”

His scowl went blacker, “No one is here with you? Baski should have been here. Or your former personal maid.”

“They were here w-with me all day… Madam Baski might h-have left for a little…while to put…Remeta to sleep…” Danika rushed defensively, so that he wouldn’t get angry at them.

He made no move but she noticed some of the tension leave his body. He was still frowning as he watched her struggle to get up from bed.

Finally, he walked away from the door and she expected that he’ll be going out. But, he walked towards her and took hold of her arm gently.

His help startled her. If he saw her startled look, he said nothing about it. “Lean into me.”

She followed his soft command, leaning heavily into his body, letting him take most of her weight.

He smelled so good, she breathed him in deeply and held it for a moment, before she let it out.

In steady steps, they made their way to the bathroom. He pulled up her nightwear and began untying her underthings.

Danika flushed red, staring down at him as he worked the robes of her linen shorts till he untied it. He pulled it down and looked at her meaningfully.

“Thank you, My King…” Her face was crimson as she did her business. He waited patiently for her, and he was holding most of her weight.

Afterwards, he buttoned her up and dressed her clothes before leading her out of the bathroom. He helped her get on the bed before he took a step back.

Danika laid under the coverlet, drinking in heavily the very sight of him. She’d carried his child and lost it too. The reminder sprang tears to her eyes.

“Are you alright?” He asked at the sight if the tears.

She nodded rapidly, “Yes. My wounds hurts.” Her internal wounds hurts more than the external ones now.

A muscle ticked in his jaw. “You’ll be fine.”

“Thank you, My King.” She whispered. Danika does not want him to go. Although, it’s inevitable, she wants to keep him close for as long as she can…no matter how little.

“Can I ask something…?”

He untangled his hands, walked towards her and sat beside her on the bed. “You can.”

“How was your day…?”

King Lucien spared her a glance because the question was unexpected. Unbiddenly, he searched his memory and realized that she’s the first person to ever ask him that.

Baski would, if she was ever allowed to, and Chad would too. His mistress wouldn’t.

His brows knitted at the thought.

She saw it and shook her head, “I’m so sorry for asking…”

“I spent most of the day in court. A lot of things to do. A lot of decisions to make. It was quite a strenuous day.” He answered at last.

“I’m so sorry–“

“Stop apologizing for things you have no control over.” He chided her but his voice was unusually soft.

It must be the softness in his voice that gave her courage. Or, is it the way he has been with her lately? Or, the fact that he won’t punish her now because her body is a massive bruise?

She wasn’t really sure where her courage came from when she whispered, “Come and hold me…”

Silence met her request. A silence that stretched while he looked at her with blue eyes that won’t reveal anything.

“Do not think you can ever order me around.” He stated at last, a muscle ticked in his jaw.

“I’ll never think…of something like that…” She whispered hoarsely.

“Do not think that you can ever tell me what to do.”

“God forbid that…I’ll ever do something…like that…” She countered softly.

Silence. Then, he looked away, “If I hold you, I will want to stay here with you. It is not proper.”

“Oh…” Her face fell. She wished that just like yesterday, he would forget what’s proper and what is not.

Her mind wasn’t the only mind troubled. The king was also battling his innermost self.

It is not proper being here with her, but when he goes back to his bedroom, he will not sleep either. And when he manages to, nightmares plagued his subconscious. Memories of his dear little brother.

Would it be so wrong to lie down here with her and escape…just for a little while?

His body wants hers so much. His d**k has thickened since he helped her use the bathroom, and it only makes him scowl at himself.

Wanting to burying himself deep into a woman who’s badly beaten up and is trying to recover does not make sense. It is unlike him.

Danika wondered what runs through his mind that’s bringing such deep frown to his face? She bit her lips.

She should never had asked him to come and hold her. It was ridiculous and so-unlike her. She opened her mouth to apologize for that but then, his words before about apology stopped her.

He will not accept it. She looked away, staring at the empty space ahead of her.

When the bed dipped, her breath caught. She swiveled her head to see him climbing onto the bed beside her.

“I will not to be here when you wake in the morning, Danika.” His deep voice resonated in the silent room.

Happiness spread through her bruised body inwardly. On the outside, she nodded her head, “I will never request that of you, My King.”

For the first time, Danika was forced to wonder of the king really do hate her? If he still hates her as much as he did all those months ago?

In her hazy mind, she could only think of a few things he has done which she never expected. She slid her eyes close and tried to remember the last time he’d ever punished her like a master would punish his slave…

It’s been such a long time, her mind whispered as he pulled in beside her. She turned herself into his arms,ignoring her protesting body.

His large hand wrapped around her body, drawing her closer to him. She bit back a wince, instead, she melted into him completely.

She felt him on her lower body. He was hard for her.

Raising her head, she stared up at him.

“Get some sleep, Danika. I will not make any demands on you. Not in your condition.” He stated flatly.

Her heart raced and her mind whirled. He will be with her until she falls asleep, and then, he’ll go back to his chambers.

What if he summons his mistress to satisfy him? Or Princess Kamara…?

Her heart tightened in her chest, the thought leaving a bad taste in her mouth.

She wants to be the one who satisfies him. He’s this way because of her, the thought of him drawing pleasures from the body of another woman…or another woman bringing him to to se×ual release, do not settle well with her at all.

As Danika nuzzled her head to his wide comforting shoulder, she acknowledged that she has no right to feel this way. She’s merely his slave, while the other women are his mistress and his future queen.

She should not be feeling possessive of him in this way, but she couldn’t help herself.

Acting on impulse, she lifted her face and pressed her mouth to his. Wherever her courage came from, she has no idea.

But, she didn’t cower or falter, not even when he stiffened against her.

She slipped her eyes closed and did the things his lips taught hers, whirling her tongue softly to the contours of his lips, she kissed him wholeheartedly.

Time passed, he wasn’t kissing her back and that was when she self-consciously began pulling back.

Then, he muttered out some explicit but inaudible curses before he snaked his hand at the back of her head, pulling her closer to meet his descending lips.

He began kissing her thoroughly, holding her closely. His tongue tangled with hers, their breaths became one. He suckled on her lower l*p and she m****d breathily.

She felt the fierce crush of his mouth with awed pleasure. He tasted of masculinity and male, and his lips were devastatingly expert. Her arms went under his and around him; her hands savored the taut muscles of his broad shoulders.

She clung to him, her body trembling with a kind of pleasure that terrified her while his hard mouth took everything it wanted from hers.

Danika’s hand reached out, she pulled up his robe and began untying his underthings.

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Princess Kamara gave up on sleeping when it kept eluding her. She put on her robes and headed out of her bedroom on a night walk. She needs company.

She’ll check on the king to know if he’s awake too, maybe, they’ll be going on a walk together.

Baski mentally blamed herself to death for getting so carrying away while making herbs, she forgot to check on Danika for such a long time.

She was on her way to Danika’s bedroom when she heard soft cries and a male grunt. The king is in there with Danika.

The King’s Chambers is lightly soundproofed, only a scream or a roar can be heard from his bedroom. But, others quarters aren’t…including Danika’s bedroom.

Her ears flushed. She suddenly felt like she’s in a place she isn’t supposed to be.

Worry filled her. What if the King is making demands on Danika? She’s physical capable of being intimacy with a man like him right now. Apart from her bruises, there’s still her uncertain but vulnerable condition.

Just then, she heard footsteps coming towards the King’s Chambers.

She saw Princess Kamara coming towards the King’s Chambers and her eyes widened. If she goes any further she’ll here the King and Danika, and if she goes to his bedroom, she’ll find out he isn’t there…!

Baski hurried towards her immediately. Her steps quick and fast to cover more grounds. “My Princess?”

Princess Kamara stopped and confided, “I couldn’t sleep… I’m going to try and take a walk—“

“I’ll give you something to help you sleep, Princess, do not worry, you’re in the right hands. Come on, come on,” she urged as he led the princess away from her destination, “I make the best of herbs, you can ask anyone in this kingdom. I’ll give you something to help you sleep like a baby.”

“Oh… Okay.” Princess Kamara allowed the older woman to led her away.