The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 236

Danika let out a startled cry when she suddenly found herself pressed against the wardrobe and caged by the King.

One moment, she was on her way to the door, the next, she was caged to the wall. He crowded her personal space, standing so close that all she sees…all she smells…is him.

Then, he was kissing her.

His lips landed on hers and his hand slid from her chin to graze through her hair. His fingers clenched, fisting her hair as electricity arced between them.

“Danika…!” Her lips were forced apart with the motion and as his tongue shot inside. She was mildly scared at his intensity, but at the same time, she felt a great wave of relief as if she’d finally come home.

His torso pressing against hers, his arm came off the wardrobe from behind her and wrapped around her waist in a merciless hold.

His tongue swirled around hers, and with lights dancing in her head, she vaguely realized that this k**s wasn’t anything like the k**s he’d given her in the last few months.

It was…more. This k**s held possession, a dominant force, unquestionable ownership. Pure, séxual intent.

She has no idea what has him twisted in such a tight inflexible knot, but she projected all her concern and feelings through the primal k**s he began. Heady delight pulsing through her veins, she lifted her chin a notch and kissed him back with everything she had.

At the sound of his low growl, she wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes, dying to feel every inch of him against her. His lips devoured hers, his hand in her hair tightened craning her neck backwards to give him better access to her mouth.

He took, and took and took. And yet, he demanded for more.

She gave, and gave and gave until they were sharing one breath and she feared that she was tasting his soul through their k**s. And yet, he still demanded for more.

“Lu–Lucien!” She tore her lips away, panting heavily as she dragged in breaths to her deprived lungs.

He let her take a few breaths, before he lunged for her again and captured back her lips with his. The k**s was dominant. Feverish. Unending.

Her tongue whirled and danced with his. Hunger, immediate and sharp, slid down her spine and coalesced into a fever pitch of burning need between her thighs. Her breasts ached where they pressed against him, her nipples becoming sharp little points of arousal.

Then, he tore his mouth away from her and stepped back. His chest vibrated with a snarl as he released her and with quick, impatient movements.

“Go, Danika.” At this rate, he’ll shred her to pieces if he doesn’t let go. Now.

She whimpered and reached for him blindly, the fires he started in her burning hotly.The k**s ended as quickly as it started, leaving her so bereft and now he’s snapping at her like he isn’t the man that plundered her mouth and caged her so consumingly seconds ago.

He was blowing cold and hot with her, it has her thrown off-balance.

“No. Go out.” He gritted out, stepping back.

“But—”

“Now!” He shouted.

She gasped, shocked and heartbroken. Tears filled her eyes.

He closed his eyes. “Please.”

One word that held everything. One word he rarely let’s go of, and now he’s saying it to her. Because he wants her away from him that bad.

Her tears overflowed. She had so many words to say but she bit them all back. Instead, she turned and hurried out of his bedroom.

*******

Hours passed. It was well past midnight.

The King tossed and turned in bed. He was agitated. Restless. Anxious. Everything.

Danika filled his thoughts. The urge to go to her was so strong, it was frighteningly intense. But, he can’t go to her, he told himself sternly.

He’d chased her off. Tomorrow, she will no longer be his. He has to make peace with that notion.

Baski words drifted through his mind over and over again.

***”Tomorrow, she will be the Queen of Mombana, with so much power and strength resting on her pregnant shoulders.” She whispered, “but that is tomorrow. Tonight, she is still yours. She is still yours.”***

Yet, he fought it. Throwing the covers, he got up and walked to his desk.

If he can’t sleep, he can work.

******

Danika was positively miserably.

She’d cried until she wasn’t able to anymore, then, she closed her eyes repeatedly to sleep. But it was so impossible. Her mind wasn’t at rest, it was hurting and completely confused.

Why is he being so strange tonight? Blowing cold and hot and in-between?

He’d kissed her like she was the very breath he needed and the next, he was pushing her away so coldly. Saying such painful words to her.

She caressed her belly, “I don’t know what is wrong with your father…. He has a lot going on at that head of his, it’s difficult to make out what is wrong…”

There was no movement or response, but she really wasn’t expecting any. Smiling sadly, she closed her eyes again.

But, sleep remained elusive. The bed was so cold. So empty.

Then, she felt his presence behind her.

She knew the exact moment when she isn’t alone anymore, even though she didn’t hear him open the door and enter. His scent filled her bedroom.

Her eyes opened. Slowly, she pulled up and looked at him.