The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 24

Baski finished mixing the concoction and forced it down Danika’s throat. She was still unconscious and the concoction is to make her sleep well.

Chad was already waiting by the door when she was done. She nodded her head, signalling that he can take her now.

He bent down and lifted Danika up the same way he carried her into her room. Her midriff on his shoulder, her back in the air.

When the got to the king’s room, he was sitting down behind his desk, writing. He didn’t look up when they entered.

“Make a bed for her down there.” He pointed besides his own bed.

“Already on it, my king.” Baski replied.

Within minutes, she and Sally has another high big bed on the floor, besides the King’s bed. They spread a fresh new bedsheet on it and built a tend around it.

Chad laid her facedown on it and gently turned her head to the side. They watched her even breathing for a few seconds before they turned away.

Sally was so uncomfortable with this development. The king hates the princess and now he wants her to sleep in his room? What if he kills her at night?

“You can all leave.” He said.

They bowed to the king and the three of them left.

Sally came out of the door, her heart in her throat. She kept looking back at the door of his chambers as she walked, filled with uncertainty.

“She’ll be fine. Trust me.” Baski’s voice drew her attention to the older woman’s face.

Sally nodded. “Thank you so much, madam Baski.”

Her lips curved into a little smile. “You don’t have to thank me, my dear.” She said simply before she walked ahead of her. Sally followed her obediently.

Lucien raised his head from his scroll and allowed himself to stare at the woman who’s asleep in his room.

The bed she laid in belongs to Melia. Ugly memories of the day of Melia’s death rose in his mind, he closed his eyes tight to stern the memories. But they wouldn’t go.

Eighteen-year-old Melia who just got married and heavy with her first child, happy that her husband allowed her to see her family for the first time since she got married.

Lucien can still remember the look of horror on her face when Cone’s men stunned into the library where the both of them was.

He can still remember the look of terrror on her face when she was cut open with a sword and he was taken away as he watched his sister bleed to death.

He stopped writing, closing his eyes so tight in an effort to shut the memories away. The beginning of hell.

Vetta sat in the wooden chair in her room, restless. The king gave her house arrest. The more she think about it, the more is hard for her to believe.

The most important thing to a slave is freedom, the king knows that. Giving her house arrest for three whole days shows just how angry he is at her.

Vetta got up from the chair, restless. She didn’t want things to be like this. She thought about going to the King’s room. Who knows, a good blowjob might work well on her favor.

But, the king is too angry and it’s too early. She has stayed just five hours in her room and already, she needs freedom. How does she survive a 72 hours house arrest!?

A knock came on the door. “Mistress, your food has arrived.”

“Come in.” She ordered, going towards her bed, she lowered herself on it.

The maid entered and served her food silently on the table. Vetta was curious to know what’s happening outside her room.

“The king’s slave, what’s going on with her?” She asked.

“Oh, I heard that madam Baski and Sally just finished applying herbs on her. They went into the woods hours ago to get the Albolko and other rare herbs too.”

“And what about her? Is she conscious yet?”

“I dont think so, mistress.”

Pleasure washed over Vetta. She hopes the woman would even die from there.

No, on second thought, she shouldn’t die now because the king will only hate her more for making his slave die.

No, there are other times for death. How is just a time to make her suffer.

The maid finished, came closer and lowered her voice. “There’s a rumor going around among the maids, servants and slaves, Mistress.”

That piqued Vetta’s interest. “What is that?”

The maid look around carefully and whispered, “There’s a rumor that the slave princess was taken to the King’s room. That’s where she is.”

“What!?” Hot lash of anger washed through Vetta. “What did you just say!?”

The intensity of her anger surprised the maid and made her scared, she drew back and began backpedaling. “Well, I-It’s just a rumor Mistress.”

“But, is the slave still in her room?”

“The slave princess?”

Vetta hated that name. She doesn’t like hearing the word ‘princess’ attached to Danika, it makes her really angry. She’s a slave now and a slave will always remain a slave.

“Yes, Danika.” She spat the name with so much venom.

The maid shook her head. “No, she’s not in her room, Mistress.”

Could it be that the rumors are true? She can’t imagine the king giving such decree but could it be truth!?

She dismissed the maid, still seething in rage. She’d punished Danika because she had the effrontery to sleep in the King’s bed.

Could it truly be that her punishment had led the bitch even closer to the King’s bed?

Vetta hoped this isn’t true. She just hopes it isn’t!

Hours later, Lucien was sleeping when he heard whimpering and cries. He took sleeping pills but sleep is always far to come. And when it comes, it doesn’t stay.

He knows it’s the middle of the night when he woke. He stared down at his bed to see where the cries were coming from. It’s Danika.

Her eyes were still closed, but it’s obvious she’s having a terrible nightmare.

Not being a stranger to nightmares, Lucien knows that it must be because of the events of the day knocking on her subconscious.

When Baski and the slave, Sally, came back from herb-hunting, they’d taken Danika back to her room and applied the herbs. She was supposed to stay in her room, but noises are always too much in the other sides of the palace.

Baski had implored him to let Danika sleep in his chambers, and she’d promised to stay a room away so that she’ll be available if she’s needed in the middle of the night.

Lucien didn’t call her though. Instead he got out from bed and got from drinking water from his table.

He climbed Danika’s bed and raised her head up. He pushed the cup to her mouth but she whimpered, clamping her mouth shut.

“Open up, Danika.” He ordered roughly.

Her eyes slowly open and she gazed at him through dazed eyes. “My King….”

He stiffened. He’s her master, not her king. Since the first day he corrected her in the dungeon, she hasn’t called him the name again.

“My King…” She whispered again, her dazed eyes staring at his features.

“Drink up.” He only said, pushing the cup towards her mouth.

“It’s not…poisoned?” She whispered, sweat forming on her forehead.

His brows furrowed. “Why would it be?”

“Because…you…h-hate…me..so much.”

“I’ll never try to kill you through poisoning.”

Her head rolled to one side and suddenly she was lying in his arm, “I’ll take it…because your…word…is..gold.”

Her mouth found the water and she drinked in large gulps, her hand tightening on his robe. Lucien doesn’t like the physical contact but he allowed it.

He knows that she won’t remember any of this in the morning.

When she was done, he withdrew the cup and tried to get up but she clunged to him, her dazed eyes staring at his. “What is wrong with me?”

“You’re heavily induced on pills and portions.”

“So cold…”

“You’re cold?” He asked with a furrowed brow, knowing that the room is not cold at all.

She raised her hand and palmed his scarred cheek.

“Your…eyes….they’re so cold….” She whispered drowsily.