The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 153

Danika’s heart flew right out of her. The king lowered his bead again and closed his mouth around her nìpple, he sucked and played with the other one.

The courage deserted her at his reply, and the fear of what he’ll do when he finds out doubled. She must be a coward because she can’t tell him about it anymore.

At least, not for today.

She’ll talk to Baski and they’ll think of another way to telling…another day. Today, she just wants to enjoy the peace and solitude and happiness of lying right here on the floo with him, and seeing a complete different side of him.

She doesn’t have the guts to ruin this moment for them. She earned this beautiful moment. A m**n slipped from her throat as he nibbled her softly.

“Is it my imagination or did your breast get bigger?” he pulled back and asked observingly. His finger plucked the rigid peak of her other breast, “And your nïpple got darker too?”

The question shocked her. It shouldn’t. She has always know that the king is very observant, she just didnt know that his observance will extend to where her body is.

“Uhm… It must be your imagination, My King.” She prayed he wouldn’t be suspicious.

“Mmh.” He dipped his head and licked around her nub.

What if I get pregnant?

The question shakens him and makes his heart ache. He couldn’t blame her, it is not her fault for asking. She doesn’t know about his medical issues, and he has been drawing sêxual pleasures from her body a lot. She was bound to ask.

It doesn’t make it hurt any less. Apart from the death of Declan, the next reason he knows affects him so much is the pain of knowing that his father’s bloodline will die on his reign.

It is an unbearable pain. His generation has been on the throne and kept their bloodline going for more than 1000 years. And, suddenly, it has to come to an abrupt halt on his own reign.

If any of his male relatives were alive, he would have given him his queen for them to make an heir that will continue their bloodline. As many Royal families as done over the years.

But, he has no one. No relatives. No family. No child.

“Please, stop thinking about it…” Danika’s soft melodic voice filled the air, “Whatever you’re thinking now, please stop.”

His eyes found her. He saw the worry in hers and the deep pain in his. He blinked once and put the thought away…for her.

“I want to keep you close to me, Danika.” He breathed to her.

Her eyes watered at the heartfelt words. The king really likes her, she reasoned delightfully inside her. He might not love her, but he has taken to her.

She swiped the tears from her eyes. That’s a big progress compared to the way he was with her when he made her his slave. “I want to be close to you too, My King.”

He kissed her lips, his tongue mated and danced with her in a song as old as time. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him… Making this moment last.

Finally, he pulled back. “There’s a spy activity suspected in the kingdom of Navia, so Princess Kamara will still be here. The Courting Week will still go on, so I would not be able to be with you constantly. It is a act of disrespect to her and her family, and I would not want to do that.”

Once a princess, Danika understands perfectly what he was saving. She nodded sadly, but at the same time relief filled her. The Courting Week stops the king from taking sêxual pleasures from her whenever he wants to and it’s a good thing for her baby.

He laid his head back to her chest, enjoying the feel of her plump brëast beneath his ear. “But once the Courting Week is over, you are mine, Danika.”

Her heart skiddered away, “I’ve always been yours, My King.” She has always been the King’s Slave.

“Yes, you have always been mine. And you will keep being mine. I will stop restraining myself with you, Danika. You’re the only woman that has seen all of me. You saw all and you are still here with me. You held me when I needed contact the most. You keep me sane.” He g*****d hoarsely.

She felt each words vibrate her chest and heart. Her throat closed up with feelings.

“My upcoming marriage has weighted heavily on me for a long time. A woman who will have to touch me, try to talk to me, try to be in my personal space. It does not please me, but a king must do what he must, for his people.”

“Yes, a king must.” It hurts her so much to agree with him. She wants to be the only woman in his life. But she also knows how demanding the weight of duty is. If only she was still a Princess…

She closed her eyes against the pain. She no longer regrets how her fate turned out. She no longer has pains about it.

If she was never a slave, she would never have known King Lucien. She would never have had a chance to be with a man like him.

“But, I will keep you close to me, Danika. You know me and I can trust you. You have proven trustworthy. I have no one, but now, I have you.” he looked her in the eyes, “I am not letting you go.”

Vetta stood frozen behind the door. Her eyes wide, her heart cold as ice. She’d heard those words clearly. Shock was her first reaction.

She couldn’t sleep so she came to seek him out. To hell with Courting Week, she’d stated, with all the intentions of coming to his chambers and seducing him to lay with her….