The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 1
The Alpha King's Hated Slave
Danika huddled down on her cell. Empty cold cell.
She has been here for one week. She craves outsideâ¦.anywhere. Anywhere at all thatâs not this cold barren space. Only one bonk bed occupied the side of the room.
She hasnât seen her captor in the past one week and that was the time he walked up to her, staring at her with the coldest eyes she has ever seen as he reached around her neck and collared her.
His slave. His property. Heâd called her.
A chill went down Danikaâs arms. She has never seem a hatred more raw before, in anybodyâs eyes.
King Lucien hated her. So much.
Danika knows the reason more than anybody. Oh, does she know this.
One week ago, she was Princess Danika. Daughter of King Cone of Mombana. She was feared and respected.
No one dare look at her twice. You dare not look her in the eyes. You dare no walk the part she walks unless you have no value for your life. Her father saw to this.
Today, her father has been killed, their kingdom taken over by the ruthless King Lucien. He has also taken her over as his slave.
The sound of footsteps and chains rattling drew Danikaâs attention towards the door of the cell. The door opened and a bodyguard entered.
He carried a tray of food and Danikaâs stomach rumbled, hunger shoving through her and reminding her that this is her first meal since morning and it suspiciously looks like evening now.
âHereâs your food, Priiiincess.â The stretched the syllable in disgust. Everyone here hates her, Danika knows that much.
She raised her chin defiantly, saying nothing.
âThe king will be here in a few hours. Be ready to receive him.â He announced before walking away.
Fear slid through her. She isnât ready to face her captor yet. But itâs been one week, and Danika knows itâs inevitable.
ðððTwo Hours Laterððð
The sun is almost down when Danika heard footsteps. Followed by, âTHE KING HAS ARRââ
âDo not announce me, Chad.â Came the curt reply that sent chill down Danikaâs arms. In all her twenty-one years of life, she hasnât heard a voice so cold.
âI apologize, my king.â Chad quickly said.
Sounds of chainsâ¦.and then, the door threw open.
Only the king entered because Danika heard just one almost-unheard footstep. The door closed behind him.
Suddenly, her cold barren cell was no longer soâ¦barren. She raised her eyes and stared at him with her own hatred for him in her eyes.
Heâs so big like a warrior but he has the bearing of a king. Danika knows heâs thirty-five years oldâ¦and larger than life itself.
Even when he was in slavery for her father, that regality was almost present around him. No matter how much heâs beatenâ¦how much heâs tortured.
They stared at each other, the malice between them apparent. Evident.
Only, King Lucienâs wasnât just hateâ¦it was loathe. Full raw hatred and rage. There is no warmth in his eyes.
His face would have been so handsome, but a thick scar ran over one cheek, giving him a savage look.
He stalked closer to her, bent down and ran his hand through her blondâ¦almost white long hair.
He grabbed it tight and yanked hard, forcing her head back and forcing her to stare into the ocean that is his eyes. Pain seared her.
âWhen I come in here, youâll address me. You donât just sit down like a coward staring st me or Iâll punish you for it.â His eyes flashed red, âI would love nothing more than to punish you.â
Danika found herself nodding. Yes, she hated this man her captor, but she really has a deep aversion to pain. She doesnât like pain at all and she would do anything to avoid itâ¦.if she can.
âYesâ¦.my king.â She g*****d.
Disgust flashed in his eyes. His hand lowered and rested on her barely-covered breast.
He circled her nipple through her clothing and then, he pinched her so hard Danika cried out as a thick wave of pain reverberated through her.
He still held the nub tight as he looked her in th
e eyes. âI am not your king and I will never be your king. I am a king to my people and youâre not my people. Youâre my slave, Danika. My property.â
Danika nodded quickly, wishing heâd let go of her hurting nâpple.
Instead, he twisted her nipple harder that her eyes watered. âYou will address me as your master, and you will serve me. Just like my servantsâ¦only more.â
His lips curved into a savage smile filled with so much hatred. âSurely, you know how a slave serves her master. After all, your father taught you well?â
âYes! Yes!â She cried curling her hands into fists, âPlease, just let goâ¦.!â
He pinched herâ¦.hard. âYesâ¦.what?â
âYesâ¦M-Master.â Angry tears overflowed her eyes. Danika hated that word more than anything because she knows how demeaning it is.
He let go almost immediately and backed away from her. His face devoid of any emotion.
Standing up, he ripped her flimsy top to shreds, exposing her naked breasts to his cold unfeeling eyes.
Tears of humiliation choked Danikaâs throat. She fisted her wretched skirt in an effort not to give in to the urge to cover herself from him.
His eyes didnât change as he took in her body. No flash of l**t. Nothing.
Instead, he palmed one breast, the one with an aching red abused-nipple and caressed it. âStand.â
She stood on shaky legs, staring on the ground with blurry eyes.
âChad!â He barked.
She froze and tried to get away from him to seek cover for her state of undress, but his hand holding her brâ¬ast tightened, stopping that movement, unless she wants to risk more pain.
âYour highness?â The big man entered, staring at his King.
âTake a good look at this slave, Chad. Do you like what you see?â
Chadâs eyes caressed her body, and Danika wished the ground will open and cover her up. But she stood defiantly, staring Chad squarely in the face.
L**t blanketed Chadâs eyes as he looked hungrily. âCan I touch?â He asked eagerly.
âAnother time. Go out.â
Chad stared at the King again, and Danika discovered that thereâs this look in the manâs eyes when heâs staring at his king. Not hateâ¦no, not hate. But she canât place that look yet.
Chad walked out of the cell.
âGuards!â He called, and he didnât have to raise his voice.
Two guards appeared. âYes, your highness.â
His cold eyes didnât leave her. âTell the servants to bathe my slave once Iâm done here, get her clean and have her in my chambers in three hours.â
âYes, your Highness.â The guards were reluctant to leave because they were staring at her state of undress.
Danika focused on the King, with anger and hate in her teary eyes. Defiance in her stance.
He released her breast finally. âI will hurt you so much, you will live and crave pain. I will do to you everything you and your father did to me and my people, and I will do more. I will share you with as many as I want, and I will train you to be the most obedient of dogs.â
Fear was almost an entity in Danikaâs tongue but she didnât allow it show on her tongue. She knew all this will happen even before he came in here.
His lips twitched, drawing emphasis to his scarred cheek. âI will break you, Danika.â
âYou can never break me, you monster!â The words tore from Danikaâs lips.
Her eyes widened because she talked back at him. Slave do not talk back at their masters or there will be punishment.
He didnât dissapoint. He grabbed the chain of her collar and yanked on it, hard and Danika cried out.
His eyes flashed. He tilted her chin up, his grip strong.. âI love seeing so much fire because I will love to quench all of them. You have no idea what I have in store for you, or maybe you doâ¦.after all, you once trained slaves.â
My father trained slaves! She almost screamed at him.
Pure hatred dripped from his cold eyes. âYour training starts tonight. You will be in my bed.â
He got up and stalked out of the room like a huge lethal panther.