The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 215

This door has been off-limits to her for the past one year because his pregnant sister was murdered in cold b***d behind this door. She raised her hand to knock….

She couldn’t. In the end, she reached for the doorknob and gently turned it towards the right. A click interrupted the silent night as the door opened. She pushed it open and entered quietly.

The room was in darkness. She squinted her eyes but still couldn’t see a thing, but she felt his presence in the room. She doesn’t know how she knows that he’s in here, but she did.

Walking as slow and gently as possibly, her hand touched the walk searchingly until she found what she was looking for. She flipped the switch.

A light came on above her head. It wasn’t too bright to be blinding, and it made her feel relief because she’s sure he wouldn’t appreciate a blinding light at the moment.

She took in the library, her eyes seeing the big dominating shelves at each side of the room,filled with all kinds of book.

Then, her eyes fell on the huge, dominating figure seating on the chair that occupied the front of the left side the huge shelf.

He was still wearing his royal kingly garment. His head was bent. He hasn’t moved to indicate his knowledge that he’s no longer alone in the room, or the flipping of the light switch.

But, Danika was very sure that he’s not asleep. She might be in trouble to going against him severally this night,but her heart reached out to him. She can’t begin to imagine how he was feeling.

When he didn’t say any word, she opened her mouth, but no word came out. She tried again, but she has no idea what to say.

So, she walked out to the inner room,straight to his wardrobe, where she picked out his nightclothes and his footwear. She walked back to him, lowered herself to the floor in front of him.

She touched his leg and he jerked slightly,but he didn’t raise his head. Danika took it as her permission and took off his ceremonial footwear to replace it with his homely ones.

Then, she got up and urged him to stand up with her hand tugging gently on his arm.

He raised his head then, and looked at her. His face was the usual unreadable one, but her heart went out for him all the same. He is hurting, she knows it more than anything.

“I want to help you change your robes.” She whispered at last, breaking the silence. “Please, let me.”

His eyes kept looking at her face a lengthened period of time,before he closed his eyes slowly. He followed the tugging of her hand and got up from the chair.

In the silence that followed, he let her undress him and rid him of his kingly garments to cloth him with his white flimsy nightclothes. His eyes followed the movement of her hands all the while, his mouth saying no words.

After that, he lowered himself back to the chair, and palmed his pounding head with his hand.

“I’m sorry for what happened.” Danika whispered, her hand on his shoulder consolingly.

He only shook his head slowly, his eyes closed.

Knowing him so well, Danika respected his silence, but she didn’t leave. Instead, she walked behind him and began massaging his shoulders in an effort to relieve him.

Her hands kneaded the hard, strong, corded muscles of his shoulders down to his chest. She repeated the movement over and over again, until his head fell back and rested on her swollen belly.

“I never thought she would do anything like that.” His voice was barely heard…barely a growl.

“I’m sorry…” She whispered.

“This is Vetta, we’re talking about. Vetta,” he sounded so confused, “I never… I never expected that she would do something so deceitful. Having other lovers… getting pregnant for one of them… ridding herself of the baby…. and keeping all this so hidden.” he shook his head again, “It’s not something I expect at all. Not from her.”

Danika remembered the Mistress’s confrontation with her earlier at noon. She has always been so bitter to her, but she was never so verbally expressive about it.

No wonder she screamed about her inability to produce a child in the future. It must be as a result of her most recent miscarriage.

“I’m so sorry…” She can only say to the King, not knowing another way to alleviate his pain.

He shook his head again, causing his head to roll side by side on her belly. It’s odd that their child was suddenly so quiet in there, now that his father’s head is on him. There’s no kicking, no tummy-aches.

Not that it’s possible, but she wondered if their son can feel his father’s pain?

“You don’t understand, Danika. You can’t understand…” He took a deep breath, “Vetta and I…we go a long way. I…” he paused before he added, “…I trusted her so much. She’s among the few people that has my complete trust. I trusted her with my life.”

The pain in his voice made her stop kneading his shoulders, instead, she got in front of him and bent over. Her hand palmed his face with her hand,forcing their eyes to meet.

“All these are what makes us humans, my King. We give trust, and we receive it. Just because we make mistakes sometimes,and give to the wrong people, it does not make us any less human….or any less powerful and lovable.

It only means that mistakes happens. And what matters is how we deal with it.” She continued, “How we stand after we fall. How we rise after we stumble. How we handle the mistakes and it’s aftermaths so it does not ruin us. That is what matters, My King.”

King Lucien kept staring at her so piercingly,like his deep-blue troubled eyes can see inside her soothing soul.