The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 123

“How are you feeling, Danika?” He repeated, watching her carefully.

“My body hurts.” She whimpered, her voice slurred. “My child… What about my child…?”

The king didn’t miss a beat when he g*****d, “She’s fine. She’s sleeping with Baski.” Knowing she was referring to Remeta.

It has gotten to his notice time and again that she takes Remeta like her child, even though it’s only a few years between them. Everyone in the palace knows how possessive she is of that girl.

“Oh…” She breathed out in relief, her head rolling aside. “My body hurts…”

“The medicine man said that you will be fine. You have to be fine.” His voice was a harsh command. His hand tightened on hers.

She kept quiet. Only breathed harshly, sweat pouring from her face. She’s in a lot of pain.

The king noticed. He let go of her hand and got up. He walked to the table and poured drinking water into the wooden cup there.

He turned ​back to her and raised her head slightly. “Here, drink this.”

She followed his instructions and drank as much as she could. Afterward, he dropped the cup beside him.

“You can’t take another herb until morning. You have to endure the pain, it will pass.” A look of remembered pain flashed in his eyes.

Their hands were close together, so, Danika didn’t need to stress herself for her hand to get to his. She twitched her hand, slipping it into his much deeper one.

“Did it work… for you…? Did it… pass?” She asked, her mind too clouded, her head pounding.

He didn’t say anything for a while. His eyes were pinned where her hand met his, he wrapped his hand securely around hers.

“Those on the outside eventually does.” his throat worked, “If you’re lucky, those on the inside eventually does too.”

“Were you… lucky…?” She could barely get the words out.

“No, I wasn’t. I never am.”

“I’m sorry…”

“You should worry about yourself right now, Danika. Not about anyone else.” He pulled his chair closer and placed his free hand on her head.

He glowered at her. “You’re burning up.”

He might be glowering, but she saw the underlying concern in his eyes.

“I feel so sick.” She admitted.

“That’s because you are sick. You have to get well.” he paused, “A lot of people are waiting for you to get well.”

She blinked slowly to clear the sleepy fog in her eyes. “Are you… waiting too…?”

“I am.” He lowered his head and placed a k**s on her sweaty forehead.

Then, he pulled away and got up. “I have to go back to my chambers. Sleep well, Danika.”

“Can’t you… stay here… with me…?” She forced out through dry throat, her eyes filling up. “I don’t… want to be… alone…”

He turned and looked at her. For a moment, indecision flashed in his eyes before it was gone. “I cannot stay any longer. It is not… appropriate.”

“Stay with me… please… Just for tonight…”

Just for tonight. Sher whispered words came with memories.

Memories of all the time when he’d make use of that same word. When he used those same words as an escape to feed so many unusual urges that slammed him where she is concerned.

The first night he took her on his bed. He let her sleep on it. The time he took pleasures from her body in a missionary position. That time he let her touch him, caress him. That day he was so sick, he let himself suckle from her lush breasts. That day he gave in to the urge to k**s her.

Memories of all their intimate times together, which only fed his strange hunger to stay longer by her side. Memories that fed another strange hunger to hold her stomach close to him for a little more time.

Lately, he finds himself drawn to that particular part of her body and he doesn’t know why.

But, he does not know a lot of things Danika does to him, so he chalks it up to one of the numerous baffling things about her where he is a concern.

When he kept standing and watching her with eyes that do not reveal much of whatever is going through his head, Danika felt the cramp in her lower belly begin again.

In her foggy mind, she understands more than anybody the reason why he shouldn’t be in her bedroom, but it does not stop a huge part of her from longing for the feel of him beside her.

It’s as if something inside her wants him to cuddle her up in his arms for the rest of the night.

The more he stayed far away, the more the cramps in her belly become stronger. A tear slipped from her eyes and she whimpered.

Then, he began undressing himself, having been in his royal attire all along. He pulled off his well-embellished tunic, the gold work catching her tired eyes before it did a slow flip back to his face. He removed his surcoat, followed by his belt of gold.

Standing in his underthings, he walked closer to her. The cramps stopped and she felt a little bit better.

The bed dipped, he climbed in beside her and she swiveled her head to stare at him with eyes that are barely awake. It’s difficult keeping them awake, but she did.

Then, he laid beside her and pulled her into his arm. The movement hurts, but Danika endured it as he cushioned her to his chest and buried his face against her hair.

She closed her eyes, breathing out in satisfaction as she snuggled up against him. His arm around her rubbed her shoulder soothingly, “I won’t be here when you wake up in the morning, Danika.”

“I know… I just want you… with me…when I fall asleep…” She whispered.

It’s well past midnight. The time for lovers. The time when a man’s head goes to sleep while his heart remains wide awake.

King Lucien pulled her head up and his lips found hers. He kissed her passionately and intensely.

Like a man who was given awful news earlier in the day about his woman being beaten up brutally.

Like a man who stood for hours watching his bandaged-up woman fight for her life.

Like a man with so much burden on his shoulders and needs a solace, a refuge.

The k**s went from hungry and ravenous, to gently and reverent. In the end, his tongue tangled with hers slowly and thoroughly, his lips sucking hers persistently.

When he drew back, at last, she was breathing heavily. The pain in her body was momentarily forgotten, and the guards around his cold heart momentarily down.

There’s been a huge crack in his heart and it reflected in his erratic breathing.

Seconds after the k**s, Danika fell asleep in his arms, her body going lax. He held her head to his chest.

Another part of her called to him. He slipped his hand into her clothes and caressed her smooth belly soothingly without any thoughts.

Maybe because it’s the only part of her that isn’t bruised and bandaged.

A great feeling of peace came over him and a lightness settled over his heavily-burdened shoulders. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep too.