The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 86

Oh, Danika, you can’t get anything right. Now, you’ve made him angrier. She chided herself inwardly.

Finally done, she got up and took the water and wet rag away. She took her time washing it and spreading it out in the rails of the big bathroom.

It’s like a small world in the king’s chambers. Everything is in here, a person can easily spend months and decide not to meet the sun.

That is how King Lucien made his chambers to be. The king is a private person who loves his own company more than anything. This chambers is his personal space…his personal world.

When she got out of the bathroom again, he was clothed and seated behind his desk. She took a few seconds to herself to watch him.

His hand scribble effortlessly on the scroll, his hair a mass of curls around his head, his jaw set in a hard line and his brows knitted together in concentration.

He is a handsome man. So savage-looking and scary. Her heart fluttered and tears suddenly burnt the back of her eyes.

She has fallen for him. She doesn’t know when that happened. How that happened. But she has fallen so in love with him, the realization suddenly made her want to look for a quiet place and cry her heart out.

It should never have happened. He is her captor. The man that enslaved her. He has hurt her numerous times.

But why is she so in love with him? Why is fate so cruel to her?

A slave does NOT ever fall for her master. It’s considered a sacrilege and it never ends well for that slave. It’s only worse for her.

He is the king. The same man her father destroyed and damaged to tiny little bits and pieces. The man that hates her more than he hates his past. She is Danika, and he is King Lucien.

Why does this have to happen?

“Danika.” The sound of her voice had her startled and her mind to come back to her body.

His frown was focused on her and she noticed that tears was falling from her eyes. She quickly wiped them away.

“Yes, master…?” She whispered.

His mouth opened to say something. Then, he snapped it shut. Silence descended.

Whatever he had wanted to say, she would have sworn that it’s something he never wanted to, and that is why he snapped his mouth shut.

Then, he focused his gaze back to his scroll. “You can use the bathroom to wash your body.”

It surprised her. He’s letting her use his bathroom? Did she hear him right…?

“Master….?” She trialed off in a question.

“Do you want to stink around the palace before you get to your bedroom?” He g*****d without staring at her.

She wanted to remind him that her bedroom is four doors away from his. She didn’t dare.

“No, master.” She said instead.

“Then, you can use the bathroom.” He said dismissively.

She thanked him and headed for the bathroom. A slave do not use her master’s bathroom, it’s unheard of. What is going through that head of his?

She didn’t allow herself to question it for long. She was grateful because she wasn’t comfortable in her own body anymore.

Long minutes later, she stood in front of him again with her clothes on and her massive blond hair dripping wet.

She lowered her head, “Can I go now, master?”

“You can.” He folded the well-written scroll and reached into it’s bag for a brand new one.

She bowed again and turned towards the door. She started walking towards it.

“Danika.”

She turned to him, “Yes, master?”

He didn’t say anything for long. She allowed him his silence, letting him sort out his head. She waited long. It doesn’t matter, because it gave her more room to look at him.

She didn’t want to be away from him. Wanted to be close to him. She would do anything for this damaged huge man behind the writing desk.

Tears burned her eyes again. Despair burned her heart. Love is not supposed to hurt. But this love is forbidden. This love is already hurting.

He raised his head at last and his eyes met hers. He opened his mouth…and hesitated.

“Would you like to go on a walk with me in the evening?” He g*****d at last.

Her heart skiddered to a stop. And then, it ran away.

He wasn’t giving her orders. He was asking her. He wants to go on a walk with her.

“I would love to, master….” She whispered.

He nodded and faced his scroll again. “Evening.”

“Yes, master.” Her heart was still racing as she faced the door again.

“And Danika?”

She turned again. “Yes, master.”

“Just for the evening. I would be ‘your king’ and not ‘your master’.”

She couldn’t believe she heard him right. But she did. Tears really did cloud her eyes then.

In the evening, she will not be his slave. She would be his people. He is allowing her to be his people.

Suddenly, she remembered the first day he visited her in her cell after he’d enslaved her. She’d called him ‘my king’ and he had punished her for it…he was so angry, his eyes filled with loath.

“I am your master. I can never be your king, Slave! I am a king to my people… Never to you!” He had snarled at her in rage.

Today, he is giving her permission to be his people….just for the evening.

“Thank you, master.” She bowed her heart, her heart feeling light.

“You can go now.”

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He was most surprised when he opened his door to see the Royal Mistress standing behind his door.

“Mistress….” He greeted with his head bowed. What is the mistress doing here?

“You are the former slave trainer of the mine downtown…you are Karandy. Am I right?” She asked.

“Yes, mistress.” Karandy can’t stop wondering why the royal mistress is here in his place.

“Then, let me in.” She stated. Already, she walked past him and entered the small house, leaving him to follow.

END OF PART 1.

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