The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 80

After they all left, Danika was left alone with the king. Her hand faltered.

She stared at him, really allowed herself to stare at him.

His eyes were closed, his face relaxed in unconsciousness. His scars drew her attention, she looked at the long line that ran down a cheek, giving him a savage look.

Why did her father’s sins have to haunt her? Even after he is dead? Why does this have to happen?

The water is no longer as cold, she observed. Getting up from the bed, she took the water to the bathroom where she poured it away and got a new cold water.

She came back and resumed her seat. She dipped the wet rag inside and continued bathing his face and neck.

Afterwards, she checked his temperature and felt better when his face wasn’t as hot as before. But when her hand touched his arm, it was burning hot.

She bit her lips in indecision.

For this to work, she’ll have to bathe all part of him with cold water. That, is impossible. Unthinkable.

The king will have her head for that.

I’ll bath his chest and belly first, she thought. It’s better than undressing him completely. He’s still have her head if he wants out, but then again, maybe it’s high time.

Her wrongs against him only keeps compounding, things to get punished for. What is one more wrong compared to the others?

She left the wet rag dipped inside water and raised trembling hands to the fastening of his shirt. She picked and pulled at them until they came undone.

He had three more royal clothings inside, and she took her time undressing him until her hand finally touched the rough parches of his skin.

Slowly, she pulled all the clothing’s apart until she was staring at his naked chest and belly.

“Oh Creator…..!” The horrified gasped escaped her throat before she could hold it in.

Scars after scars crisscrossed his body. She recognized a whiplash and the mark of a knife.

Oh, heavens this is too much! Too much!

After they all left, Danika was left alone with the king. Her hand faltered.

She lowered her head and wept silently, tears escaping her eyes. No wonder he is so sensitive about it.

“Why did you have to be a monster, father…? I looked up to you while I was growing up without a mother…? Why did you have to be this way….? What did he and his people ever do to you that you had to treat him like an animal….!?” She sobbed softly into her hands doing her best to control it so she wouldn’t wake him.

She didn’t know how long she cried there but when she raised her eyes towards the window, the blackness of the night shows that it’s a long time.

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and resumed bathing him. A fierce feeling to protect him filled her system.

She ran the wet rag from his neck down to his chest, massaging the scars carefully. How could he have ever thought that people will find him repulsive because of his scars?

She paused and looked up to his face. “Your scars are not something to be ashamed off, My King. They are battle scars. They are not repulsive, instead they show just how brave you were. They show the lion in you more than the crown on your head ever will…”

She whispered to him as she resumed bathing his body.

After his chest, she started towards his abdomen when he startled her.

“No, let him go! Declan did nothing to you! Let him go….p-please! Just…stop!” He g*****d, his voice filled with so much pain, it had Danika frozen for a second.

Something twisted in her chest at the look of absolute nightmare on his face, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. His hands balled into fists.

She dropped the rag and wrapped her arms around his body. “I’m sorry…! I’m so sorry…! These w-words will never be enough…it will never erase anything…but I’m so sorry…!”

As she sobbed, she whispered the words to him, rubbing her hand up and down his chest. Her own chest was tightened to the very point of pain.

He started calming slowly, she continued rubbing his body and whispering the words until he calmed completedly. His body went still again.

But for only a few seconds.

All of a sudden, he sprang up from the bed and his hands caught her tight, he rolled over immediately and pinned her under him.

One minute, she was resting her head and upper body on his chest, whispering and soothing him. The next minute, his big body was pinning hers fully on the space he occupied before.

She gasped, her breath erratic. She looked up at his dazed eyes with fear and surprise.

King Lucien in his dazed mind, was very sure that it’s the guards here again and they were touching him again to go and torture him. He wasn’t going down without a fight!

They killed Declan! They will not kill him without a fight!

Danika saw the savage hate in his eyes, it took her the moment he raised his fisted hand to punch her, for her to realize that the hate wasn’t directed at her.

“No! M-Master, please….!” She cried, panicked. He’ll kill her with that punch. He has the strength and agility of so many men…even in a sick bed.

Her voice sounded far away and distinct. He didn’t hear her words, neither was he seeing her face. But his fisted hand remained in the air.

A very soft body was beneath him. A familiar body…but not Vetta’s. That was the only thing his head registered.

A body that feels good… A guard’s body is repellent, it doesn’t feel good.

That was when he slowly started coming into his surrounding. His eyes stared into her face and he swallowed. “Danika…..”

At the hoarse g***n, she whispered, “Yes, master…. It’s me…”

She truly waited for the blow to land then, while she maintained eye contact with him. Danika is the daughter of King Cone. Danika is the woman he hates so much.

“My Danika…” He whispered again, tenderly this time around.

Then, his body lost all rigidity and his eyes closed. He collapsed on top of her.