The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 55

Slowly, Lucien started coming to awareness. The darkness of the night has disappeared from the bedroom, replaced by the light of the day.

He’d slept through the night and he’d slept without nightmares. Again.

His eyes found Danika who slept beside him, his forehead ceased on a frown. It is her.

It’s not a medicine Baski might have made, or Vetta’s s****l techniques or writing scrolls until he’s at the point of exhaustion. It is her. It is Danika.

Lucien doesn’t know how that is possible, but he had slept again and that’s all he could think of.

He got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. He has a day in court today and it’s important if he attends on time.

Danika stirred again when she held the sound of water rushing. She got up from the bed and g*****d when her sore muscles protested.

She managed down from the bed and picked up her clothes. Her mind went back to the night before and her cheeks heated up badly.

She’d disobeyed him blatantly several times. Would he punish her for it?

It doesn’t matter if he does punish her, she concluded. It was worth it.

She put on her clothes, one after the other, and before the king was done taking his bath, she was dressed up completely.

He came out wearing his long flimsy garment that clung to his wet body. She bowed her head as he stepped into the bedroom.

“Good day, Master.” She whispered, squeezing her hands nervously in front of her.

“Do you know how to hunt?”

The question was unexpected, she drew a blank for a few seconds. Then, she nodded and stuttered out, “Y-Yes, my king.”

“Get ready at noon and come to court. After court, you join me in the hunting ground.” He ordered.

“Yes, My King.” Danika was flustered. The court, she can understand. But why would he want to take her to the hunting game of kings?

Slaves do not attend that. Queens, yes. Princesses, yes. Mistresses, yes. The priviledged, yes. But never slaves.

Why would he want to take her there?

“Do not be late for court.” He said sternly.

“Yes, my king.”

He turned fully and stared at her. “Danika, I’m your master not your king.”

Her eyes widened and she lowered her head the more. “I’m so sorry, Master.”

She hadn’t been aware that she was calling him that. Slaves do not make such punishable mistake, what’s wrong with her!?

He turned away again and dismissed her. She bowed her head and started out of the door.

Every muscle in her body protested each movement she made. She closed the door behind her and started walking through the king hallway of the King’s Quarters.

She was almost reaching a turn when a woman came through the turn. The King’s Mistress.

Vetta was having a nice morning, but the smile on her face disappeared when she saw Danika. She just come out of the King’s Chambers and Vetta knows it’s not because she was summoned this morning.

She walked closed to Danika and the slave bowed to her. The King’s scent clung to her so much, it prickled her nose and made her anger burn so much.

She’d slept on the King’s bed, Vetta was very sure of that. Her hand on her clothes squeezed so tight and she imagined it to be Danika’s head she was squeezing.

Danika bowed her to her, “Mistress.” she greeted and walked past her.

Vetta’s arm shot to her and she dragged her back. “You. You slept on his bed, didn’t you!?”

Danika nodded, seeing no point in denying it. “It was his wish.”

Vetta walked closer and grabbed hold of her hair, anger and jealousy burning through the mistress. She yanked so hard on Danika’s hair, Danika cried out as pain shot through her body.

She can practically feel the pain of strands of her hair pulling from the root of her head. Vetta didn’t let go.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, you slave!? Do you think you’re more than a slave because you suddenly knows what the King’s bed feels like!?” She snarled, practically vibrating with anger.

Danika gripped her gown and fisted it hard. She had the overwhelming urge to slap this mistress hard across the face and damn the consequences like she did before.

It’s an urge she resisted. Instead, she held Vetta’s hand on her hair to reduce the pressure before the mistress pulls all her hair out.

“You’re a dirty slave!” Vetta growled, “And that’s what you’ll remain. Do not think otherwise, do you hear me!?”

“You’re hurting me.” Danika said so calmly, glaring hard at the mistress. She did her best to hide the pain so she wouldn’t give the witch the satisfaction.

Vetta only tightened her hand on her hair. “That’s supposed to be the least of your problem, you slave. I might throw caution to the wind and kill you one of these days just to be rid of you.”

“Let her go, Vetta.”

At the deep voice of the king, Vetta let go of her hair so fast as if it burned her fingers, and whirled around.

“My king!” She gasped and bowed her hair. “G-Good day, my king.”

The King stared at her with that unreadable expression on his face, but his eyes was scrutinizing her. Vetta lowered her head I’m shame under such scrunity.

Most times, the King’s eyes and his blank expression communicates more than his mouth ever could.

Finally, he looked at Danika. “You can go, Danika.”

“Thank you, Master.” She bowed to him, squared her shoulders and walked right past Vetta with her nose up in the air.

Behind her, the King turned back to his bedroom and strode back to it. Vetta followed him like a subdued dog, but inside, she was seething.

She doesn’t understand anything anymore.