The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 93

After Remeta ran away, Danika couldn’t help stealing glances at the king. There was so much pain in his eyes, it made her heart burn.

Why would he hurt his way? Oh, what did Remeta say to trigger a look like this on his face?

She didn’t know when her arm rose on it’s own accord to rub soothingly on his back. She didn’t know where the courage came from, but she found herself patting him.

King Lucien was deep into his head before he felt the soothing caresses on his back. Remeta had spoke about babies, and it had triggered painful memories.

Memories of when the healers and medicine men of the kingdom told him one after another, that he can’t father a child.

Memories of the first year after slavery when he had desperately tried to prove them wrong, bedding so many women of the kingdom who had been all too happy to graze his bed.

He had bedded so much he lost count, but none of those females had carried his fruit. He was so desperate then, it doesn’t matter to him who will carry his child. Doesn’t matter if it’s a slave or an outcast, he just wanted to father a child.

But when none of them were able to carry his child, he knew then, that indeed he cannot father a child.

In his cold heart, the knowledge hurts. Right from the beginning, it had been hurting because he is a sterile king. Scarred and Sterile. Broken.

Cone really did kill him completely. Repeatedly. In the deepest way a man could kill another without making him stop breathing.

And now, little Remeta innocently grins up at him to speak of a child to him? It causes internal pain.

Another person, he would have ordered her execution for saying such to him. But from Remeta, he can only remain deep into his head being devoured by painful memories…

The soothing hand on his back dragged him back from the abyss of miserable. It’s as if all the demons of the past vanished, and his head was clear again.

He swiveled his head and stared at Danika. She has concern written all over her face, her eyes filled with warmth. But, she quickly snatched her hand back to keep from getting punished.

He swiveled his head and stared at Danika. She has concern written all over her face, her eyes filled with warmth. But, she quickly snatched her hand back to keep from getting punished.

It was at the tip of his tongue to ask her to put her hand back on him again…anything to keep those monsters at bay.

But he didn’t. Instead, he moved forward.

She walked beside his stiff body. Tension radiated from him in waves.

They walked away from the vicinity of the palace. It was a long walk. With each step they took, the evening wind caressed them. The beautiful sight of the sun disappearing completely from the sky had Danika captivated.

It was refreshing, this walk away from the palace. Away from slavery and suffering….even for a moment.

It must be refreshing fot the king too because the tension slowly left his body. They entered the woods, the only sound in the air was the chirpings of birds and the howl of the wind.

They sighted Remeta way ahead of them, laughing and chasing crickets. “See! My Queen, see!”

She screamed as she chased them around, her face a radiance of joy.

She looked at the king for permission and he nodded his head. She hurried ahead of him towards Remeta and joined her in chasing crickets around.

It was fun. How the crickets slips from their fingers and leads them in round circles of goose chase, that Danika found herself smiling alongside a laughing Remeta.

King Lucien just stood quite far from them using one arm to support the other arm he pressed to his lips in thought.

It was a beautiful sight, seeing Danika and Remeta like that. He was captivated by the beautiful smile in Danika’s face as she chased after Remeta, who was chasing after an evening cricket.

His worries dissolved at the sight. A different kind of peace fell upon him.

Away from the building of the palace, he allowed himself to loosed himself in the peace and serenity of the evening walk.

Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply. This is what he wants. He can have this….even if it’s just for this evening.

He felt a presence beside him and opened his eyes to see Danika standing before him. Remeta was nowhere in sight.

“Where is Remeta?” He asked.

“She chased a cricket down the river.” She replied with a beautiful smile on her face, pointing in the direction Remeta went.

He allowed his eyes to truly look at her again. Earlier in the afternoon, some oddities happened when he was with his mistress that left him baffled.

It had been difficult for him to get hard for his mistress. It wasn’t in the mood. He didn’t want her.

And when he was eventually in the mood, it was Danika that filled his thoughts. He’d always endured the touch of his mistress for the past five years, he was used to it.

But today, he found it hard to endure it. While she m****d her pleasure, his head took him back to the night before when he had Danika in his arms.

Her innocence, and eagerness to please. The sweetness that was uniquely hers. The enjoyment from her touch alone. Her m***s. The tight clampness of her body wrapped around his organ….

It took him a moment but he forced himself to shut his mind away from the memories of it.

Before, when he thought of memories, it means horrors to him because he can only remember his time in slavery. For the first time ever, a memory for him wasn’t dipped in horror.

He does not understand it. He cannot comprehend it, but it is what it is. Who is this woman?

When he’d told her ‘she pleases him’, he was seeing Danika. He forgot for a few seconds that it’s his mistress in his arms.

He gave her words he’d always wanted to say to her but haven’t been able to let himself utter before.

“You are beautiful.” He g*****d.