The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 151

Her arms felt like water, but she was able to raise them and wrap around his head. They cuddled that way.

They listened to the sound of their breathings. Allowing the silence between them to stretch, it was a comfortable silence where the king tried to remember the details of what just happened, and Danika tried to surpress the feeling of worry for her child.

What was done, was done. At least if she lost the baby, it will save her from all the stress and worry about the king finding out, she tried to console herself.

She concentrated on the feeling of the King’s head in between her breasts, his hand was caressing her skin the same way hers does to his head.

They almost seem like real couples, Danika thought with an inner sad smile. She closed her eyes to enjoy the moment.

“Thank you, Danika.” His deep voice broke the silence at last.

Her eyes opened and she looked down at him, he turned towards her, his eyes on her face. He looked like a better version of her King because he looked more relaxed than she’s ever seen him.

“I scared you. Then, I took you so savagely, already some part of your body where I gripped you are turning red.” He said to her.

If only her body was her biggest problem. Her external comfortless, bruises and body is the least of her problem. The thoughts that she’ll be saying goodbye to the life inside her is the main source of her problem.

“I’m fine…” She whispered, giving a small smile to emphasize that notion.

He laid his head back on her body, listening to sound of her breathing. What happened a few minutes ago still shakened him. How he had lost it.

He’d needed her badly. Never wanted to let her go. He can still remember how overwhelming it had all been. He never needed anybody the way he’d needed her few minutes ago.

And she’d been there. She was right there. And she never left.

He’d scared her. He’d hurt her severally—the thought does not seat well with him, and she was choked to her throat with terror and the need to escape him.

And yet, she didn’t. She gave herself completely to him. Touching him. Urging him on. Caring for him.

He closed his eyes and the feeling washed over him. For the first time since his father died, he felt connected to another person. She never let him go.

And, for the first time in his life, he is willing to keep that connection. To fully give out his trust to her. She can never betray him. Or leave him.

A cherished memory prickled his head. He found himself opening his mouth to talk about it. “When I was a lad, my father was very strict when teaching me everything about being a good prince.”

Danika released her breath softly and listened attentively. She couldn’t resist touching him, and she didn’t.

She whirled her fingers around his earlobes, slid it down to his stubble parch of his cheek and rested it there.

“He would teach me how to shoot an arrow. How to hunt, and to fish. How to make decisions in court. My father said that the strongest king is the king of his people not the king for his people.” His eyed her plump breast with interest as he spoke.

“After every learnings from him I always feel bombarded and overwhelmed. I would run to my mother’s chambers and fight with Melia about who will get the favorite spot where to seat and listen tell us stories. In the end, we will sit anywhere and she always reads to us. Told us lots of stories.”

“As a child, she was my escape. After every tough day, I will go to her and she will make it all go away…” He swallowed tightly. “And then, one day, she was no longer there.”

Danika didn’t stop touching him. He pulled closer to the crook of her arm so that her breasts becomes a breath away from his face.

“I’m sorry.” She breathed, not knowing what else to say.

He peaked out his tongue and licked her nipple twice. “It was difficult because I had to suddenly resume responsibility of so many people because my parents died, and still I failed them all. We ended up in slavery and experienced hell for ten years. Ten horrible years that lives at the back of my head, tormenting me all the time.”

The way he paused in between few words told Danika how difficult is it for him to talk about this. And yet, he’s telling her all about it so effortlessly.

He wrapped his mouth around her nïpple and suckled in soft tugs, a shiver worked down her spine. He’s fixated on her breasts to distract himself from his revelations.

One arm around his neck, and the other obsessed with his face, Danika held him like a woman would hold a child who nurses on his mother’s breasts.

He let go of her nub with an inaudible pop and his eyes found hers. “I made Declan a promise that I will get him out of that hellhole. I failed to keep that promise and it haunts me. I held on to Declan like a lifeline because he’s the last of my relative. The only person I had left.”

Blue eyes fluttered closed and he pulled her back into his mouth, he sucked with more urgency this time around causing her to grimace. Her breasts were bigger and more sensitive.

He released her puckered nub reluctantly and began playing with them it until his fingers. “His death is never an easy one. I don’t think I can ever get over it.”

Emotion welled inside Danika that he’ll open up to her like this. She swallowed down the lump on her throat, “Death of a loved one is never easy to get over, but we have to keep trying. That is because we we’re alive, and we have to survive and keep our head above the waters.”

She paused and debated if she should say the next thing on her mind. Would it upset him?

She took a blind leap at it. “When my father died, I mourned him. He was never really a father to me but he was all I had. That was before I found out how animalistic he is… That was before I found out that he was a monster who never loved anyone but himself. I don’t have anyone too, but Sally. And she keeps me going. And now, she’s married…”

Her throat closed up and she blinked hard to keep the tears. Her friend is married and she is happy.

He swiveled his head, pulling his attention away from her breast, he looked at her beautiful face laced with languid exhaustion.

King Lucien likes being this close to her. Maybe…just maybe…he can take a chance.

Maybe…just maybe…he can try to let one more person in. Someone who will not ever betray him. Someone who he can give more of his trusts. Someone who will never leave him.

“Promise me, Danika.” He whispered hoarsely.

“What, My King?”

“Promise me that you will never betray me. Promise me that you will never break my trust.” His voice took on a hard edge.

Danika swallowed. This is the second time he has said these words to her. They sent a shiver down her spine.

“I promise.” She vowed in a low voice.

“Promise me…” He buried his face to her neck, “Promise me… you’ll never leave my side.”