The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 176

Name: MY WOMAN. MY POSSESSION.

Subtitle: The Rise Of Queen Danika.

EXCERPT FROM THE STORY

The whole court stood up when King Lucien entered…except the other Kings who attended.

King Philip. King Valendy. King Moreh. King George.

The four Kings sat watching observingly from their seats. They must be as surprise as Danika is, standing right there in the middle of the court.

She does not know why she is in court today. It filled her with dread to think about it.

She doesn’t want to be here. This Royal Court, is a place she doesn’t want to stand upon again. Because this place means one thing for her: Her humiliation.

King Lucien took his stand at the front of the courtroom. “I call upon Slave Danika.”

Danika’s heart skipped three beats. Doing her best to stay calm, she clouded her expression and walked out.

She stood in the middle of the court. She hated the eyes of people on her.

She would not raise her head to know how calculating, assessing and lustful their gazes are.

“We have gathered here today for an important event.” The king announced.

“It has to be important for us to be summoned all the way from our various kingdoms for it.” King Moreh injected reasonably.

The other Kings nodded.

Danika folded her hands nervously to her front and tears brimmed her eyes. Not knowing why she is standing here threatens to overwhelm her with fear.

Then, King Lucien walked away from his position. The guards lifted the huge spears that separated the throne and the people, giving him passage to walk through.

He walked through the aisle and stood in front of her. His eyes finally looked at her.

Then, he raised his hand to her neck and removed her collar. As he did so, he raised his voice;

“With the power vested in me as the King of Salem and Mombana, as the Master of this Slave standing before us all, I remove your collar. And from today onward you are no longer a….”

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EPISODE 1. IN THE WAKE OF DESTRUCTION.

The king took two steady steps towards Danika, before Baski could comprehend what his next actions will be, the king raised his hand…..

Baski didn’t think. She had no time to think.

“No, please…! Not the collar! She’s pregnant! Not the collar, she’s pregnant!” Baski screamed instinctively.

But it was too late.

It was too late the minute they opened the door of this storeroom and stepped into this place.

It was too late, for he did it before she was able to get the words out.

The King put his finger on the red button of the collar on Danika’s neck…and pressed it. Twice. At the same time.

The electrical shock that went from the collar through Danika’s body was unspeakable. The pain was so excruciating, she couldn’t scream.

Her legs turned to water and she fell, convulsing repeatedly. Soft pitiful whimpers left her mouth.

The king snapped his head towards Baski, eyes so chilly, they looked like they were made of blue frost pinned hers. “What did you just say to me?”

Baski closed her eyes helplessly. The king wasn’t supposed to find out this way. Heavens, this is so much of a disaster…!

“Baski.” His voice soundly low and deadly, they sent a chill down her spine, “I will not ask this again.”

“She is p-pregnant.” She pushed out, forcing herself to open her eyes and peer at him, “Danika is c-carrying your child, My King.”

He flinched like she had just slapped him.

A tensed silence followed.

Then, he lowered his head, closed his eyes and hunched his shoulders.

The sight broke Baski’s heart. He looked absolutely defeated. Like the world has come to an end. Like a man who just lost all hope.

He does not believe.

Only the sound of Danika’s pained whimpers was in the air.

Baski searched frantically for a way to make him understand, she reached for him, “I-I know w-what the doctors s-said, and I know what we just s-saw here, but you have to believe me, Danika is carrying your child!”

More silence. More dread filled her system.

Vetta wanted to snort and indicate that Danika is a whore—obviously—and there is no way her pregnancy would belong to the king. But, she kept her mouth shut.

She was afraid to push him. Not in this condition.

She has never seen the king in this condition before. Even in slavery, under the reign of King Cone and under thorns of torture, he never so defeated. So hurt.

For the first time, guilt sizzled inside her. She caused this.

Stop, Vetta! Are you mad!? She cautioned herself for feeling bad. She closed her mind against the guilt.

She was fighting for a man that belongs to her the only way she knows how. There is no need to feel guilty because she is winning.

Baski bravely took his arm into her hands, she squeezed slightly. “I know it’s hard to believe, about her pregnancy but it happened—”

He raised his head at last, cutting her off with the gesture. Calmly, he pulled his hand from hers.

“Guards.” He never raised his voice.