The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 141

“You aren’t ready for this, are you?”

She was surprised that he asked. She knows that they do not ever ask or care. During the princess’s meetings, they talk and confide in each other, and the married ones tell them some secrets of the marriage bed.

They don’t care if you want it or not, and it’s never pleasant too. You just lie there and take it, so you can make a baby.

“No… I’m not ready.” She almost added that he should get on with it, because she might never be ready.

But, she didn’t want to push her luck. She isn’t brave enough.

He stepped back, causing her hand to fall away from his shoulder. Kamara could have sworn that it’s relief she saw in his eyes before he blinked it away and gave her that blank stare that has become perfectly his.

“Get on the bed and lie down.” He ordered her all of a sudden.

Her eyes widened at the command, her own relief shot to dust to be replaced by dread. She nodded jerkily and walked to the bed.

She laid down on it and curled into a ball, a protective move she couldn’t help, and peeked at him beneath her long eyelashes.

But, he didn’t follow her, instead he turned away from her and walked back to his desk. He sat down there and unrolled one unused scroll.

Kamara watched him warily. This must be his way of getting her relaxed and ready for him.

The bed was very soft and comfortable, but her rankled nerves wouldn’t allow her feel it. She watched him like a trapped mouse would watch a predator cat.

He began writing. Time dragged by.

So much time passed, Kamara began feeling sleepy, but she did her best to jerk her eyes open. If he saw that she was sleepy, he might abandon his scroll and come over to get it over with.

She forced her eyes to remain open, even as all the nerves drained out of her gradually. She laid there pliant and sleepy.

King Lucien knew the exact moment she fell asleep. He paused and stared at her.

She’d put her hands on him and the touch had felt so strange and uncomfortable, it made his skin crawl. It was not a new feeling, because everyone’s touch made him feel that way.

Except Danika.

Danika who’s touch he almost…anticipates. Craves. Who makes his d**k harden and thicken with just her presence. Who’s lips he can spend a good amount of time, kissing.

Danika is who he wants in his bed. Who he wants to loose himself in.

He picked up the scroll and folded it. In the privacy of his mind, he can admit this to himself.

He knows that if he tries hard enough, he can get hard for his skittish future bride and perform his duties. But…

He did not want to try hard enough. At least, not for tonight.

Tonight he does not want her hands on him and he does not want to touch her too.

They can try again, another time.

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The king summoned Sally two days later.

Sally’s heart was in her throat when she got words that she was being summoned by the king. It’s the first time, she’ll be standing before him in that way, and as she stood in front of his door, her legs were practically shaking.

She knocked and his deep voice ordered her in.

She entered inside the empty room, but the sound coming from the inner bedroom indicated that he must be in there. She squeezed her hands together nervously as she waited for him.

The door opened and the king came out of the inner room, she bowed her head to him. “You summoned me, Your highness.”

He walked towards her and stood in front of her. He said nothing but his eyes scrutinized her thoroughly.

Those eyes that revealed nothing almost made her squirm. She kept her head lowered and waited agitatedly.

“You have been Danika’s personal maid for a long time, right?” he g*****d finally.

“Y-Yes, My king.”

“And, you’re getting married to the chief of my security guards in a few days, right?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Why?”

“Uhm?” The question so unexpected, took Sally by surprise.

He crossed his arm to his chest and picked her with blue eyes that revealed nothing. “Why are you getting married to him?”

Sally thought about that and swallowed tightly. “I like him a lot…”

He turned away from her and strode towards his desk. Without turning towards her, he g*****d, “Do you have any idea that Chad means more to me than the chief security?”

“Yes, Your Highness.” She had heard a lot about the king from her betrothed to know that the kings favors him so much.

“Even before we were enslave, Chad has always meant more to me. And then, we got enslaved and he made so much sacrifices for me…” He paused and turned around, “Will you treat him right, Sally?”

“I will do my best, Your Highness.” She really loves Sire Chad and she knows that he loves her too.

In their world, in their time, two people do not marry for love. Marriages are arranged, also brides are betrothed to their husbands at a very young age.

Love rarely comes in and when it does, it’s mostly after marriage. Marriage for love is as rare as rain in their world.

That is why their relationship fascinates King Lucien as much as it gladdens his heart too. If any man deserves such luck and fortune, it’s Chad.

He turned towards the girl that will be marrying his good friend and scrutinized her again. They are both damaged people. Can she handle him?

“Chad, he…” The King paused, “He has some problems. After we were enslaved, he went through some horrible things that damaged him. Do you know about this?”

Sally nodded her head because Chad had told her all about it. She knows about his sleepwalking problems, and the rapes he was subjected to by the kings.

Chad also told her that it affects him, because his body got used to the horrors he endured. She did not understand what he meant, but she knows that she will stand by him. She loves him too much.

The thought of their wedding night fills her with nerves, but she doesn’t have to think about it beforehand. She does her best to put it out of her mind.

“He told you?” The King was surprised. Chad is tight-lipped and a very private person, he does not confide in people a lot. Just like he is.

“Yes, he did, Your H-Highness.” The reminder made tears burn through her eyes.

Whatever she’s been through is nothing compared to what her Chad has been through.

The king saw her fighting tears and most of the coldness left his face. A muscle ticked in his jaw, “Lately, he has looked…better. Happier. I see a different man and it gladdens my heart. If any man deserves to be happy, that man is Chad.”

And you. But, Sally knows better to voice out her thoughts. If only the king will give Her Princess a choice.

Then, he pulled away from his desk and walked around it. He opened the cabinet and withdrew a small wrapped bag.

He began walking towards her, “You make him happy. That is enough for me. Take this.”