The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 50

Shit. Karandy felt like kicking himself.

He knew he should have never slapped her where it was so damn visible yesterday, but he’d wanted her so much, he was unable to control himself.

While he was lying so effectively, he’d told the king baldly that he never laid a hand on her. He forgot about the goddamn slap. Fear gripped him.

Slowly, King Lucien walked closer to Danika. He got so close to her that only a few inch seperated them. Then, he bent down to become eye level with her.

Memories rose inside her of last night where he did the same thing. And then, the memories of what happened afterwards….

Her cheeks flushed as he still stared at her, his eyes scrutinizing her. So close, Danika breathed him in.

King Lucien has a unique scent to him that she is beginning to feel familiarized with. The same scent that surrounded her last night…that clung to her body even after she left his bed.

She cut off the gasp that rose to her throat when he raised his hand and run it across her cheek.

“The mark isn’t all faded though. I can still see traces of it.” He g*****d as he ran his fingers up and down her cheek.

A shiver worked down her body, and she would have sworn that she saw his eyes flare with desire for a minute. He blinked and it was gone.

“Karandy?” King Lucien didn’t take his eyes off her when he spoke so calmly.

“Yes, M-My King.” His voice wasn’t so confident anymore.

“Did you hit her last noon day?”

Silence. No answer.

King Lucien pulled back then, stepping back too. Danika suddenly felt bereft. She blinked several times to clear the strange feeling.

“Guards?” He didn’t raise his voice. He never has to.

“Yes, Your Majesty!?” Both of them answered at the same time.

“Take him to the dungeon. Send for Doseh, the Master Of Justice. This slave trainer here will be given twenty strokes of the whip for assaulting the King’s Slave, twenty more strokes for trespassing on the King’s property and ten strokes for lying to the king.”

What!? Fear, horror and panic became one inside Karandy.

The shock of the sentence was like a thunder strike to him. He laid on the ground and started pleading his course to the king.

He never expected that much punishment especially since the slave in question is Cone’s daughter. King Cone’s daughter, dammit. He never expected his king to punish him this much for touching the whore!

He pleaded and pleaded, but the guards came and took him away. King Lucien told Danika to rise before he turned and started walking back to his chambers.

Danika was so shocked, she was speechless. She never expected that big punishment for her case.

As she rose, happiness coursed through her.

The slave trainer glared at her while they dragged him away. She lifted her chin and walked back him in her usual regal way of movement.

When she walked out of there, she saw Sally sitting in a corner waiting for her to come take them for a walk.

Danika stopped and watched her with a smile on her face. There were bandages in most part of her body that the long slave wear wasn’t covering but it doesn’t seem to matter to Sally.

She waved at every palace guard and maid that waves at her. She smiled back at them.

Just then, Sally’s eyes found hers. She beamed at her.

“My Princess…” Her voice is hoarse from all the screaming yesterday.

Danika pushed the guilt down, instead she let the smile remain on her face as she walked closer to Sally who asked her what the summon was all about.

She told Sally how everything went and it made Sally very happy. At least that lustful slave trainer will be punished.

“Wait here for me. Let me hurry to our room and get the book we’ll read when we take a stroll.” Danika said as she started walking away.

Sally called out to her.

She turned, “Yes, Sally?”

Sally’s gray eyes looked into hers.

Then, a wild smile split her lips in two. “The day is suddenly looking so bright, My Princess.”

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One week passed. Sally was doing better. Danika helped her did everything, no matter how much Sally protested that she shouldn’t.

Danika became Sally’s arms and legs….mostly legs. She walked Sally everywhere with Sally leaning into her as they walked, Danika’s arms around her waist to support her fully while her legs healed properly, and the wounds those kings inflicted sexually heals too.

Uyah spread the rumor really well. Everyone in the palace knows that Danika was introduced, but Sally got more hurt because she tried to interfere to save her princess.

What surprised both maids, slaves and servants is the bond between Danika and Sally. The love Danika has for her former personal maid who has become her best friend. They never expected it.

They never expected the slave princess to take care of a low peasant like Sally, and the sight of them taking a walk with Danika supporting her fully…the sight of Danika reading to her and brushing Sally’s hair, always rubbed them of speech.

Not only in the palace. They’ve gone to the library three days in the last one week and the people of Salem find it hard to believe what they see. They stare at Danika and Sally too much.

Danika never seems to notice all that. Her focus was always in Sally. Making sure she doesn’t fall and she heals right. Danika had taken her to the medicine man’s house twice in the week.

Now, a week later, Sally is doing so much better. She can walk properly and most of her wounds has healed, the bruises has faded. Just a few scars remained which madam Baski was doing everything she can to make them go like the scars that would’ve formed in Danika’s back.

She was doing better in the day, she’s almost back into her old self. But at night….most nights…her subconscious replays the Royal Court to her and she screams in her sleep, crying and pleading.

Danika had fallen into the habit of waking her and soothing her while doing her best to keep the guilt at bay. She wanted to keep the hope that Sally would be alright again…even in her mind…even while she sleeps.

Danika has heard less from the king in the past one week.