The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 31

She was walking through the back of the palace when a hand suddenly shot out and pulled at her.

It startled her so much, her mouth opened to scream but a deep voice cut her off.

“Don’t make a sound or you’ll regret it.” Karandy snapped at her.

Danika snapped her mouth shut. The man was holding her tight from behind and he was hurting her wounded back. She bit her lips hard.

He dragged her to an isolated part of the palace, entered a small store and locked the door.

“You’ve been a very bad bitch, haven’t you? What did you keep doing for the chief maid that makes her give you days off repeatedly?” He snarled at her.

Danika swallowed the fear she was feeling at being alone with him. Instead, she stared the slave trainer square in the face, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You think me stupid? You stupid cuπt.”,

He started stalking closer to her, backing her to the wall and closing the distance between them, he wrapped his hand into her hair and yanked it back sharply.

“I’ve come to take what you’ve been denying me, you bitch.” He snapped roughly, “You’re a slave now and a slave’s dirty body belongs to all.”

“Let me go, you’re hurting me.” She said and started to push against him in a panicked state.

“That dumbhead of yours that works the mines is as stupid as they come. She doesn’t understand a damn thing to save her life!” He g*****d angrily, referring to Sally.

Having worked mines and trained slaves all his life, he easily overpowered her. He three her to the ground and caged her with his big, dirty and sweaty body.

“I’ll tell the king about this if you ever do anything to me!” She threatened.

He laughed. “As if he’ll ever believe a useless bitch like you over fifty slaves in the mine who’ll swear that I’ve been there all day.”

Danika opened her mouth to scream but he tightened his hand in her hair and pulled her hard, she yelped at the burning pain of strands of hair pulling from her scalp.

“Just make one noise, I dare you. I’ll beat you black and blue, do what I want and still kill you here and bury you.” He smirked wickedly, “No one will know and no one will miss you!”

Danika snapped her mouth shut while he tore at her clothes. He squeezed her breasts so roughly even as he struggled to tear her petticoat so he’ll bare her to him.

“Stop touching me! Leave me alone!” Her back hurts where he laid her on the hard ground.

“Shut up, bitch!” He stuck her hard on the face.

No, she didn’t come out today to be treated this way. She quickly thought of every fight defenses she learnt while reading ‘The Adventures of Xena’.

She targeted between his legs. She channeled all her energy to come leg and kicked him so hard in between his legs.

He howled like a dog, jerking away from her immediately.

Danika took the opening, shooting up from the ground, she took the big wooden plank there, raised it high above her head and hit him on the head.

She didn’t give him time to recover, she hit him again and again and again.

“You…do NOT…put your filthy hands on me!” she screamed tearfully and angrily as she hit him badly.

She made sure he laid motionless on the ground before she threw the weapon away and ran as fast as she could.

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In the evening, Danika was in her room when the maids knocked and extracted her. They said it’s the King’s orders that she should be taken to the royal dressing room.

While they bathed her and clothed her, she wondered what was happening. The only time this has happened was the night she bedded the king for the first time.

Why is she having a Royal Bath?

But, when the outer clothing she’ll wear was brought out, Danika swallowed tightly because she already has an idea.

The wear is a former wear for slaves in a particular occasion. The Mask Festival.

The Mask Festival is a festival that’s done every year in all the kingdoms where people that attends the festival wears a mask on their faces. They do it to honour the traditional god no one sees.

If The Mask Festival is being done here on Salem, that can only mean that a lot of kings will be coming. She swallowed again.

The gathering of kings is never a good thing for slaves. Especially unwilling slaves.

They dressed her in the petticoat and long corset gown. In front of the mirror, they styled her hair and clipped her nails.

They put makeup on and it concealed the red mark from the slap Karandy gave her.

Finally, they were done. She stared at the mirror and saw traces of the princess she used to be staring right back at her.

“The king is waiting.” One of the older maids said to her.