The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 94

Danika’s cheeks flushed red at the compliment, she ducked her head. “Thank you, master.”

He turned and started walking with his hands behind his back. “I am your king for this evening. Not your master.”

The reminder made her glow. She decided to take a leap at fate. “Then, can I ask you a question, My King?”

When he gave no reply, she bit her lips. She walked right beside him in silence, inwardly cautioning herself not to overstep her boundaries again.

He stretched out his hand towards her and waited.

She stared at this hand in bewilderment, wondering what the silent request is. She raised her eyes to his expressionless face—which was staring ahead of them—and there was no clue on it.

Surely, it isn’t what she’s thinking….

“Put your hand on mine, Danika.” He said, still not looking at her.

The words that sounded like an order and a request at the same time made her belly flutter. She placed her hand into his outstretched strong hand and watched as his fingers wrapped around her slender white ones.

It’s the first time he is openingly requesting for her touch….her hand in his. She forced herself not to think it special, not to let this gesture feed the feelings she already has for him.

But it did. With each step they took together in the coolness of the evening, his hand in hers, she felt her heart reach reach out to him.

“You can ask.” His deep voice came through.

“Huh?”

“You said you have something to ask. You can ask.”

“My mother. I want to know about my mother.” She whispered.

His steps faltered and he stared at her.

She swallowed and rushed out. “She died when I was young. I don’t know much about her.”

He hesitated. Then, he continued walking. “I don’t know much about her either, but it was well known around the twelve kingdoms that she is a very good queen.”

“Rumors has it that she never supported your father in anything he did…but it never stopped Cone. A queen can only do a little when it comes to her King.” He provided softly as they came out of the woods to the riverbank.

They watched Remeta who was in the other side of it, quite oblivious of the adults several miles away.

They continued walking. The evening started blending into early night.

“The things Cone could never do, Queen Auroria tried to do them. Going into the village regularly, sharing foods for lowborns. She treated everyone equally.” he paused, “She was a good woman.”

Her heart felt happy and relaxed as he continued talking about her mother. She has never really known her mother except for the little her nanny told her, but hearing King Lucien talk about her was like a soothing balm on it’s own.

The same mouth that snarls her father’s name in sheer hatred speaks so gently and analytically about her mother.

They got to a wooden chair besides the riverbank, and was happy when…his hands on hers…led them to that chair. She sat besides him and he talked so steadily.

She listened attentively, her eyes soaking up this moment as they watched his face, and the river before them. Such a beautiful sight.

She stored this moment in her heart, knowing deeply that she’s the first person to share such intimate moment with him. The first person he has talked to for such a lengthened period of time.

Finally, he turned and pinned blue eyes on hers. “Always, I asked myself who you are. How a monster like Cone can birth a woman like you.” he paused, “For the first time in my life, I let myself wonder…”

“What if you took after Queen Auroria and not King Cone?” He growled, his eyes holding hers intensely.

Danika seized breathing. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Remeta dissapear to the other side of the woods. They were alone again.

The world around them fell away because she was lost in the ocean that was his eyes. She didn’t know how to answer his question, and she wasn’t trying to.

She could only glance at him. Her hand in his. Her body surrounded by his.

“You will never betray me, will you, Danika?” He asked all of a sudden, his eyes searching hers.

She shook her head. “I don’t know how to betray you, My king. I will never…” She whispered.

“I do not like to be betrayed, Danika. I do not give trust easily, and when I give, I do not like it being thrown away. I am giving you a little. Do not ever throw it away.” He stated firmly.

Danika doesn’t know why he was saying those words to her, but she was determined to let him see that she can never do anything that will hurt him.

This man who has hurt her so much… This man who has hurt, more than any other human being she has ever known….

She will never do anything that will hurt him. She does not have the heart for it.

She pressed herself closer to him so that nothing separated their body from touching. The scent that was uniquely his, enveloped her. She let her feelings for him show blatantly in her eyes. For him to see her sincerity…

“I will never betray you, My King.” She vowed to him because she knows fully well that she does not have the heart to hurt him. The heart to cause him harm.

She does not know the betray he is talking about. She does not known in what aspect he was talking about. But it doesn’t matter.

She knows that she can never be able to do it.

Tears fiiled her eyes suddenly and she looked at him through glassy eyes. This must be her curse.

To love a man who would never ever love her back. A love which is forbidden. An abomination.

When the embarrassing tear dropped from her eyes, she tried to avert her gaze but his hand went to her chin and stopped the movement. He forced her gaze right back at his.

The way he looked at her, she doesn’t know what was going through his mind. And when his gaze lowered to her lips, a frown crossed his features.

She swallowed tightly, wondering what was going through his mind.

Suddenly, his head lowered and his lips found hers.