The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 45

King Lucien woke first at the persistent knocking at the door. He noted a lot of things at the same time.

Another body pressed against his. The brightness of the day glared hard through the windows.

That was when the events of last night floated through his mind.

He stared at Danika. She sleeps soundly beside him, oblivious of the every other thing. He eyes lowered to her naked body.

At the privacy of his own mind, and even with a little bit of anger at himself for noticing, he admitted to himself that she has the most beautiful body he’d ever seen. He’d seen a lot.

Red marks that weren’t there last night, marred the beautiful skin in several places. It reminded him of the way he’d had her.

A crease of frown knitted his eyebrow. He’d released twice.

That was a first for him….since Cone destroyed his body. He had remained hard even after released the first time, and he’d taken her again.

When the knock came again at the door, a much more glaring realization stuck him like a bucket of cold water.

He stared at the windows. His eyes found the hourglass at his desk, it’s almost in half. Followed by the old wall clock hanging behind his desk. It’s midday.

He’d slept until midday. No nightmares. No sudden awakening with a clear eyes.

He’d slept until midday…while holding her close. And he’d overslept.

Lucien didn’t know what to make of such realization, his brow remained knitted together in a frown. He stared at Danika again, her breathing laboured, but she hasn’t stirred.

The knock came again.

He got up from the bed and through the cover on Danika, which effectively covered her up. Instead of the door, he went to his wardrobe and began sorting through his clothes.

“Who is there?” He asked calmly.

At the sound of his voice, Danika stirred for the first time.

“It’s Vetta, My King.”

He took his time, withdrawing the piece of parchment he was looking for. Then, he walked to the door and opened it.

“My King, I—” Vetta stopped short when she took the first step inside his chambers.

Danika laid on the bed, and she was only stirring awake. The smile disappeared from her face, and she suddenly felt faint.

That bitch had slept here! That bitch SHARED HIS BED AND ALSO SLEPT HERE!!!

Vetta’s eyes darkened, her breath turned erratic. She fisted her hands to her side as she glared at a waking Danika.

She stared at the King who seem to be getting ready to run a bath for himself. That’s king Lucien…sometimes, he has no need for calling the servants.

She stared at his back and wondered how the hell this is possible!? This is just not possible! How is this possible!?

“What is it, Vetta?” He asked when the silence stretched. He stopped sorting through his wardrobe and stared at her.

Vetta forced herself to remain calm. It took everything in her for her to maintain calmness and wipe the aggressive expression from her face.

She forced a smile, “I wanted to see you, My King. I have something to say to you.”

Danika was noticing that she’d slept until midday. Her eyes hurt badly from crying so hard the day before, and they were swollen, she could feel it.

The king had let her sleep here, she realized at the feel of the soft mattress. She’d slept her all night and morning. Oh no, what about Sally!?

Her eyes found the king standing on his wardrobe…..and the wicked mistress standing at the door. Danika could practically see the hostility the mistress was trying to hide.

She bowed her head slightly in greeting to the mistress, before she forced her legs to move. She started coming down from the bed, her body hurt badly with every movement she made.

She stood on her feet, the hurting muscles of her legs threatened to give out from under her, but she bit the inside of her lips and forced her legs to stand.

She’ll never give this mistress the satisfaction of seeing her all weak, hurting and woobly. She held the bedsheets tight around herself as she walked to the place her clothes are and picked them up.

Every part of her body hurts.

The silence of the room was deafening as she put on her clothes. She could practically feel the mistress glaring holes into her back, but she chose not to notice.

Done dressing, she faced the king who’s brows was knitted as he read a scroll he brought out from his wardrobe. She bowed her head, “Good day, Master.”

“Get out, Danika.” He said without sparing her a glance.

She bowed again and turned towards the door.

The mistress was opening stabbing her with her eyes filled with so much rage and hatred because the king wasn’t watching.

Danika didn’t lower her eyes, instead, her eyes held hers.

This woman that almost killed her. This woman that hates her so much and so openingly. This woman who was just coming out from her three days house arrest.

She knows that the rage the mistress feels is because she was waking up from the King’s bed and she doesn’t know why. But, she’ll never cower for her.

Then, her heads high, her shoulders squared, she walked past her and out of the room. She was so sore, she would have fallen if she wasn’t so determined to walked past this mistress with her dignity around her.

She got out and closed the door. She walked all the way out of the king’s quarters, rounded a hidden corner and then…

“Ouch! Ouch!…” She cried as her legs gave out from under her. She fell, wincing on the ground.

The soreness of her body reminded her of all the intense details of last night, and her cheeks flushed red. In the light of the day, she couldn’t believe that she’d gone to him. She’d gone to the king!

She couldn’t believe she’d told him not to hold back. He really didn’t hold back, she said to herself, staring at the red marks on her arms.

He’d cuddled her….

The whisper came to her mind and settled on it. He’d cuddled her….he’d let her cuddle him…

No, she wouldn’t think of this now. Sally.

Fear gripped her throat, followed by a huge wave of intense pain and guilt. Her chest tightened so painfully, she grabbed it and tried to soothe the burns. It wasn’t working.

Sally. Oh, Creator, how is Sally?

She forced herself to get up from the ground. She started walking gingerly towards the underground rooms.

With each step she took, the stickiness of the release between her inner thighs reminded her that she’d spend the night in the King’s bed. In the King’s arm.

She made a mental note to tell Baski to make her portions that prevents a baby.