The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 108
The Alpha King's Hated Slave
Can a person live and breath pain?
That was the question Lucien was asking himself as he laid in the cold hard cage, his body hurting badly. His ribs felt like theyâve been roasted in a hot blazing fire.
His pain, he can always deal with in his own in privateâ¦in slience. But now, Declan needs him. Declan needs him now.
He bit back a growl as he got up from the ground and walked to the bars of the cage that adjoined his present cage with Declanâs cage.
âHeyâ¦â He growled out.
Declan opened his eyes and stirred. Lucien can see that he wasnât really sleeping, he was just forcing himself. At twenty-one, Declan has developed a very bad case of insomnia.
Just like every other slave. Some worst than the others.
âPrince Lucienâ¦â He g*****d, crawling closer. He placed his bruised hand into the outstretched hand of his cousin brother.
âIâm so sorry. Iâm so sorry, Deck. I wasnât able to protect you.â Lucienâs heart was so heavy in his chest.
Declan shook his head vigorously. Eyes red from crying beseeched his, âDonât, please. Itâs not your fault. I was only whipped. Thatâs childâs play compared to what you have been through.â
âI was supposed to protect youâ¦â Lucien squeezed the cold hands of his little brother, tears of rage burning furiously at the back of his eyes.
âYou have been protecting me for the past eight years, Iâve only gotten a little part of the things youâve been through, I will forever be grateful to you.â
Lucien pressed his head at the cold bar, his eyes closed. Rage and pain has become a living breathing thing inside him.
He doesnât want this for Declan. He should never know a life like this.
âIâll get us out of here, Deck. Iâll get each and every one of us out of here. You⦠My peopleâ¦. None of you deserve this. Iâll get you out of here.â
âOne day, youâll wake up and be happy because youâre free again. Iâll make sure that happens.â He vowed.
The silence of the night got interrupted by Declanâs hitched breathing. âYou donât deserve this too, my brother. And I know youâll get us out of this. I strongly believe it.â
And it was there in his eyes, that strong believe. In Declanâs face, was that great trust he has.
Lucien made the vow everyday, and his people never stopped believing in him. Not after eight years. Not after nine years too.
He kept holding Declanâs hand until Deck fell asleep, his bruised hand holding tightly onto him as if heâs afraid to let go.
As if heâs scared that if he letâs go, the guards will come for him again. That Coza will come to brutalize him if he letâs goâ¦.
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King Lucien sprang awake from the bed, his chest heaving.
He closed his eyes tight, the burning in his cold heart was so much, he feared itâll burn him alive.
Canât breath. Canât breath.
Declan.
He was suffocating. The worst kind of nightmares⦠The most painful memories are always that of Declanâs.
They always leave him in rage. In pain. Disorganized. And dangerously close to his eyes watering.
He lived with the guilt that he failed his people for the past ten years. He failed them by not getting them out of that hellhole earlier.
But, the guilt is nothing compared to the one he feels about his cousin brother. Heâd failed him in every way.
He wasnât able to keep the promise he made to Declan.
Instead of getting him free, heâd gotten Declan killed.
Instead of making Declan see the sun again as a free person, he made him see the grave.
The pain was excruciating
. And that was how the memories of it has lived in his head and replays itself every night for the past few weeks that he hasnât been able to get some sleep.
He rose completely and got down from the bed. He needed some fresh air. Time outside to breath.
His own private haven was suffocating him.
He put on his long robe and walked out of his bedroom in the middle of the night.
He hadnât been able to see his future bride today because of how busy and tight his schedule had been.
Heâd spend all day in court, heâd come back with a bad headache and so tired in his wary bones heâd thought that maybeâ¦for the first timeâ¦that heâll be able to go to have a peaceful sleep.
He hasnât been more wrong. His demons haunted him. His shoulders tensed, restlessness was the very air he breaths.
Some nights were worst than the others.
This is one of those nights.
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Danikaâs bladder woke her up in the middle of the night.
Afterwards, she wasnât able to go back to sleep again no matter how she tried. She shifted restlessly on the bed, turning to the other side and facing away from the sleeping Remeta.
She closed her eyes tight and tried to go back to sleep. There was no sound in the night. Just the usual silence and blackness.
She waited and waited and waited. Sleep eluded her.
Quite strange, because for the past few weeks she has become very good friends with sleep.
And now, for the first time, itâs deserting her.
She rose from the bed, ignoring the way her belly growled in hunger. She wasnât able to eat dinner because she didnât have the appetite for the food that was cooked.
Another strange occurrence because she always has appetite for tomato bisque soup and roasted chicken.