The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 158

Danika’s bladder woke her several times in the night. She had to untangle from the king and use the bathroom each and every thing, and when she gets back, he takes her right back into his arms—even with his eyes closed.

They overslept. When they woke the next morning, the bighteness of the day was harsh inside the King’s Chambers. As she stirred, his eyes opened too.

They looked at each other in the light of the day. It is probably one of those times in life when time stands still. Danika’s mind was filled with uncertainties.

What will happen now in the light of the day? Will he go back to being so cold to her? Try to forget the events of the night before?

“Good morning, My King.” She whispered.

“Good morning, Danika.” His voice was anything but cold. Just the voice of a man who woke up after a good night’s sleep.

Then, he leaned closer and took her lips into a searing k**s that was sweet, ravishing and breathtaking at the same time.

Her worries disappeared like the wind,replaced with her heart filled with so much love for this man.

She’d almost lost him last time. To the past. To the demons that hovered in his sleep and haunted his waking moment. Her hand tightened on his shoulder, she kissed him back as thoroughly as he kissed her.

A long time passed before he pulled back. King Lucien wanted nothing more than to spread her out in the ground again, bury himself to the hilt and sate his hunger to a maximum satisfaction in a way he knows only her body can give him.

But, in the light of the day, he saw the faint bruises, red skin and grab marks he’d inflicted on her the night before, he let her go because he knows that she will be very sore from it all.

“I have so much to do today. A case to settle in court, according to my Royal Advertiser, Lord Dumbleton, and a shooting with the new recruitments of the department of security.” He said as he got up from the floor.

Danika nodded, pleased that he was confiding in her about his activities of the day. She bit her lips, “Then, you must get ready, my lord. I’m so sorry, I think I made you oversleep.”

“And I feel most grateful to you for it.” He walked to his wardrobe and took out a rope he tied around his waist.

Danika watched him with lazy eyes, appreciatively. He was large and powerful. Not fat—never fat. His presence commands so much respect, even from a stranger that has never met him before.

She watched as he wrapped the rope efficiently, and without hurry. He never does anything in a hurry. His steps steady and regal, he walked into the inner bedroom.

Alone, she got up from the floor, wincing as her body protested massively. Every part of her—especially her inner body—feels the intensity of his passion the night before.

She stood up and began putting on her robes. She didn’t bother to ask permission if she can use his bathroom, because she knows he has greater needs for it as he has to get ready for the day.

As she finished putting on her robes, she was surprised to see him leaning against the door of the library and just watching her.

A blush spread all over her face. He slept inside her the night before. The blush only intensified.

The King would have laughed at her struggle if he was a laughing man. But, he is not. So, he simply kept watching her like a man would watch his favorite meal.

She turned towards him and bowed to him. “I have to go now, My King.”

A pause. He pulled away from the door and walked closer to her. “Do not forget anything we talked about last night. Do not forget the promises you made me.”

Her heart fluttered. “How can I ever forget?”

“Never forget. I will mostly restrain myself because of the Courting Week, but once it is over, I will keep you close. I will not let go.” Blue eyes slid over her face as he repeated what he said to her the night before.

She wished that before that time comes, she’ll be able to tell him that she is in a family way. “I am yours, My King.”

His hand palmed her cheek and tilted her chin, making her eyes to meet his chiseled face. What will it feel like to see this man smile?

The thought, so unexpected, made her heart constrict. What will it take for him to smile? A heart-felt full-blown smile?

“Meet Baski the instant you go away from here. Let her take a look at you and use her medicinal herbals on you. I…” he paused, “I apologize for being so rough with you.”

Knowing that apology is not easy from a man like him, it melted her up inside. She searched his face, but it was hard to read. Is he feeling guilty for the way he handled her?

“Do not feel guilty, Your Highness. I will meet Madam Baski, but I feel perfectly fine.” She reassured him. And it was no lie.

She has never felt any better in such a long time.