The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 63

Danika’s eyes was closed when she felt the lips that perched on her forehead. Her eyes snapped open and she watched, wide-eyed as King Lucien kissed her on the forehead.

The touch of his lips lingered. She closed her eyes and savored the feeling. He’s kissing her forehead. The king is putting his lips on her.

She could hardly believe it. Of all the reactions she expected from him, this was never expected. He’s putting his mouth on her.

Truly, it was worth it.

He pulled back finally, and stared her in the eyes. “Good job.” He said at last.

She glowed over the compliment and bowed her head, “Thank you, master.” Her voice came out a little hoarse and scratchy because of way she just pleasured him.

When he leaned back on his seat, she pulled away from him. That is when she started taking note of her environment again.

“Wow. I must say that you got yourself a very good slave. She did a good job.” King Pesih said then, from across the room.

King Lucien said nothing even though he heard the king talk. He was deep in thought.

She’d seen his scars. When he looked her in the eyes, he couldn’t see repulsion or mockery. He saw genuine pain for him. She’d stared up at him and he saw the pain in her eyes.

Then, she’d pleasured him. It is something he never expected. She’d pleasured him, and she’d gone extra miles to prove to him that she doesn’t find him the least bit repulsive because of his scars.

King Lucien watched her as the entertainment continued. Then, she’d placed her head on his knee.

He let her.

He didn’t jerk at the contact because her hands feels different on his skin. And he didn’t try to order her away. Knowing fully well that that very part of him will start hurting if it carries impact for too long.

Instead, his eyes was on her head, and a scowl was coming back to settle on his face again. Who is this woman?

She’d made him sleep. That, he does not understand but it had happened twice. Now, he saw another part of her he never wanted to see. A part of her that wasn’t repulsed by him. A part that feels pain of others.

Is it all pretense?

Because King Lucien is finding it hard to believe how a monster like Cone can father the woman she keeps showing him that she is. The absurdity of it is too much. Too unbelievable.

And yet…

He closed his eyes and shut his mind to the thoughts. Anger filled him at the thought of her father. Rage replaced anger and it burned hard.

He made a mistake by shutting his eyes. With his eyes closed, he opened more doors for the demons of the past to haunt him.

The sheer bliss he’d gotten from her dulling under the onslaught of the overwhelming flashes of his memories of his scars. The bad horrible memories of it all. The sound of Cone’s maniacal laughter as he howled and writhed.

His hands tightened at the edge of his seat, as he squeezed his eyes tighter to pull himself from the abyss of that misery.

It wasn’t an easy feat to achieve.

And when he achieved it, the coldness was back in his eyes, all traces of tenderness gone.

He stared down at the slight weight on his leg. She’d fallen asleep, her head cushioned on his thigh.

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Finally, the courtroom activities is over. Danika was fast asleep with her head resting on the King’s knees.

As the other kings made their way out of the courtroom to their carriages, they looked at them with surprise and curiosity. They expect him to roughly snatch his leg away from her head, they expected him to punish her severally for such audacity.

He showed no reaction. He said nothing.

All the people finally left until it was remaining the guards of Salem.

“Chad.” He said after a while. He never had to raise his voice.

The door opened and Chad entered. He bowed his head, “Yes, My King.”

“Take her to her bedroom. Do not wake her.” He ordered.

“Your wish is my command.” He bowed again, before he moved forward and proceeded to lifting Danika up from the floor.

She slept peacefully as he carried her and headed out. He walked through the long hallway that lead to her bedroom.

On his way, he saw the mistress Vetta and bowed his head to her, but he didn’t stop. Even when he felt the heated glare of the mistress eyes on him, he didn’t stop.

When he got to Danika’s bedroom at last, he opened the door and entered.

Baski is the only person he saw in that room. His eyes searched out for Sally, but she wasn’t in the bedroom. Baski saw the sleeping woman he carried and helped him to get the bed ready and they laid her on it.

Danika signed dreamily, her body going lax.

“Has the meeting in court ended?” She asked him when he was done lying Danika on the bed.

“Yes. All the kings are on their way back to their kingdoms.” He replied.

Baski nodded her thanks. She wanted to see the king, she couldn’t wait to share the news about Remeta to the king. The thought of telling the king the good news of Remeta’s improvement filled her with happiness.

At the same time, she wanted to make sure that he’s alright because she hasn’t seen him all day. She’d been at home taking care of Remeta.

She went in search of Remeta and Sally. She saw the both of them at the backyard besides the orchid plant. They were stooped low, picking some seeds while Sally tells her a story.

Baski stopped short and watched the way her daughter listened attentively and curiously while Sally’s inaudible words came out of her mouth. She watched the way Remeta was all bathed and clothed.

Tears pulled at her eyes. It’s been so long, she never expected to see her daughter this way again.