The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 267

They came out of the bathroom feeling refreshed.

They dried each other off in comfortable silence with Danika smiling up at him occasionally. He’d return the smile with a twitch of his lips, his face an embodiment of contentment.

Afterward, he walked to the door, opened it, and took the folded clothes he knew will be there on the door.

“Baski said she’ll bring me clothes.” He answered at her curious glance. “Did the bath help? Do you still feel hot?”

She flushed, a smile touched her lips, “I feel just great, thank you.”

He nodded once, “Get on the bed. I have something brought in for your legs and your hurting back.”

“Oh,” it’s his words that reminded her of the forgotten pain in her back. Her eyes found the bedside table, she saw some things she didn’t keep there before, like a balm and a herb cream.

Her heart filled with gratitude and love for this man. In her flimsy nightie, she walked to the bed which dipped slightly under her weight as she climbed in and sat down on it.

He followed after her, climbing in behind her. They sat side by side, he took some pillows and placed them behind her back to support her. “Better?”

“Yes.” She sighed in sheer relaxation, adjusting her back better into the soft fluffs behind her.

Then, he took her foot into his hand. In the silence that followed, he examined the swell with a frown kneading his brows before he picked up the herb cream and began massaging her leg with it.

By the time he was done with both legs, the swell has gone down noticeably. “By morning, you have your legs back without the extras.”

She’d closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands as they massaged her feet but her eyes opened at the sound of his voice. She examined his handwork, her heart lightening with gratitude at the sight.

“Thank you so much, I feel really better.” She whispered.

His eyes caressed her face greedily. Now that he thinks of it, it’s a wonder that he was able to stay away from her for eight weeks. How will he keep staying away after tonight?

“Your back?” He asked, curbing THAT thought as best as he could.

She pulled away and presented him with her back.

In the silence that followed, he undid the ropes that held her nightie together until the gown parted to reveal a white creamy back.

He climbed the bed on his knees, took out the balm from the table, and mixed it with the herb-cream. With the focus and concentration he uses to perform all his duties, he began massaging her back.

It feels so good. Queen Danika couldn’t help moaning her contentment. His strong hands work like magic, and he knows the exact place to apply pressure.

He didn’t stop at her back, instead, he extended his healing hands down to her waists, her h**s, and then, her belly.

“It feels so wonderful.” She admitted with a m**n.

“It will relieve the pain. I will give Baski instructions on how to apply this to you every night. Our baby growing inside you is enough heaviness without the extra pains.”

It reminded her all over again that he would leave her in the morning. Tears burned the back of her eyes. She blinked hard to make sure they don’t make it to her eyes.

This night is enough for her. It has to be.

She wanted to do more with him. To make all moments of this night count.

He redid her ropes when he finished. She turned towards him. “It’s a beautiful night, let’s go for a walk. Get some fresh air…”

He hesitated.

This is Mombana’s palace. Every part of this palace holds a terrible memory for him. Even when he took over this Kingdom, he never came back to it after he stepped past its borders.

Walking this land means raw pain for him. The memories will be unbearable.

He didn’t want to stroll the palace. His reason was there in his eyes. Danika’s heart squeezed in her chest. She’d almost forgotten…

“It’s okay. We can stay here.” She rushed out, feeling his pain, “I’m so sorry for even suggesting—”

He took her hand into his, “It is okay. Fresh air seems nice, Dany.”

“Y-You will walk…?” Her eyes searched his pained blue eyes.

“I do not want to,” he admitted, “but if you desire it, then I will walk with you.”

The tears she’s been battling filled her eyes then. Danika took a vow then.

Before this night is over, she will do her best to replace his bad memories of his palace with news ones she will make with him.

Her new memories might not be enough to battle nightmares created for ten years, but she will give it her best shot.

“Alright, let’s go.” She whispered, squeezing her hand in his.