The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 147

He caressed her collar button for a few more seconds. Then, he dropped his hand to her waist. The relief made her tremble, but the fear remained.

His body drawn taut, felt like stone behind her back as he pressed close to her.

Danika gasped when she felt his massive e******n on her lower back, thick and hard poking her. But, only for a second.

The next, he pulled back a bit and with one firm yank of his hand, he tore her chemise from her body. Her breasts spilled out. Another yank of his hand tore the cotton trouser that covered her lower body, leaving her completely naked before him.

The swift and rough way he handled her had her almost hyperventilating with panic. And, for the first time since she became a slave, she found herself struggling to be free from him.

His muscular strength and powerful exertion scared her. If he touches her this way, he’ll hurt her very badly. Her mind registered and it only made her struggle all the more.

Oh, Creator! Whatever is wrong with him…!?

But, the more she struggled, the rougher he became. Caging her with his arms, a g***n emitted from his throat when he had her easily confined.

“Please… Oh, please… I’m pregnant…” She whimpered, tears welling in her eyes.

The words tore from her throat before she could hold them in. Her head no longer worked, she does not know the words she uttered.

But whatever her words are, it doesn’t seem to get to him. To stop him. Whatever it is she’s saying isn’t working at all.

The ruffle of clothes registered distantly through the roaring on her ears. She tried to think through her fear… She needed to think.

She feels like she’s missing something important, but her mind was too clouded to think clearly—

His bare hardness pressed against her back, and it dawned on her that he wouldn’t be touching her intimately or preparing her body.

She struggled more frantically.

“Please stop, you’ll hurt me! You’ll hurt our child…! Please, I’m pregnant…!” her whimpers louder as she tried all her might to be free of him, but her strength is nothing compared to his.

He wasn’t hearing her. The more she tried, the rougher he became.

It’s as if he becomes more of an animal the more she tries to break free. As if he doesn’t want to let her go.

He gripped her tight like he life depends on holding her close to him.

His leg kicked hers apart, his large hand gripped her thigh and lifted one of her legs baring her open for him.

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King Lucien’s demons has completely taken over him.

He was dragged down deep into the abyss, he couldn’t see or hear anything.

Demons of his past. His memories. His parent’s death. His cousin’s death. His pregnant sister’s death right here behind him in his library. Her screams as she called to him and he couldn’t answer. Her lifeless tear-filled eyes as she gazed into space, dead.

Screams. So much screams.

Children being raped. Men being whipped. Declan’s roars. Vetta’s screams. Baski’s cries. Remeta’s pain-filled shrieks. Chad’s howls as he was brutally raped. Cone’s devilish laughter. The smell of death. The lifeless eyes.

So many voices. Calling out to him for help.

So many voices in his head. He couldn’t help…!

They called to him as they died. As they took their last breath, they begged their king to save them.

He couldn’t. They all died. Declan died. And, it’s all his fault.

Screams in his heart.

Screams in his head.

So much screams.

Escape!!!!

He needed to escape from them. To get away. To make them stop.

They overpowered him. Overwhelmed him. His head is filled with screams and shouts.

But, he put his hand on her and it gets better. Whoever she is, she makes the screams louder and restless. Uncomfortable.

He has to keep her close. He has to keep her close. Not letting go!

He cannot think past the roaring in his ears. He can’t think past burying himself inside the soft flesh caged before him.

She keeps saying something to him but he can’t hear her. He cannot hear past the roaring in his ears.

She smells so good and he wants her so much. To devour her. Bury himself so deep inside her until nothing separated them. To dominate her body completely. To own her.

Until he cannot think of anything else but her. Until he can forget everything else but her.

She. Is. Mine.

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Baski was as restless as a husband who’s wife is in the hands of the midwives. She couldn’t sit still, she got up and began pacing around.

She doesn’t know how long passed, but she couldn’t bear staying in Danika’s bedroom anymore. She walked out and went in search of her daughter.

Who knows, her daughter might already be ‘pushed’ into foresight and she might be able to tell her a thing or two about the big situation at hand.

She walked towards the backyard but couldn’t find Remeta. She went out to the river to know if her child has chased her crickets to that part of the kingdom, but she still couldn’t find Remeta.

In the end, she went back to the palace building. Entering inside, she walked to her bedroom and opened the door.

Remeta’s back was to her as she stood before the bed, her dyed-red hair asleep and beautiful behind her back resting just before her waist.

“Remeta! There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you!” Baski said as she entered and closed the door.

Remeta turned towards her mother at the sound of her voice. There was tears in her eyes and all over her cheeks.

Panic and relief filled Baski’s bones. Panic, because of her tears and relief, because she’s foreseeing something.

She grabbed hold of Remeta’s arms and shook her slightly. “What is it, Remeta!? Tell me what it is!?”

The answer Baski got was more tears rolling down her eyes. Eyes that stared right at her but weren’t really seeing her.

“Remeta!” She shook her desperately, “This is not a time to keep quiet!”

Remeta sniffled, and remained silent.

“Alright, that’s it.” Baski got up with a new purpose. She’s going to the King’s Chambers to get Danika out. She has no idea how she’ll achieve that but that isn’t what her mind is thinking about at the moment.

She has to get save that pregnant girl who’s already has so much complications at such early stage!

Getting up, she pulled away from Remeta and hurried to the door.

A hand grabbed her. She turned to see Remeta clutching her tightly.

“It’s too late. Don’t.” Remeta whispered hoarsely.

“No, I have to—“

Remeta began rambling in a low voice. “You can’t take them from him. You can’t take them from him. Don’t take them from him. He won’t let you. He won’t let anyone. You can’t take them from him. If you take them from him, what will happen to him? He needs her. He needs them. He’s hurt. Gone. Mad. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt.”

Baski turned towards her daughter completely, trying to make sense of the things she’s saying.

Remeta is saying she shouldn’t take them away from the king? Danika and her unborn child?

She knelt before her daughter who was already trembling and crying softly. She tried to know if Remeta can say more for her to understand.

“Remeta…? My baby…? I don’t understand…?”

A full minute passed in tensed silence that only only interrupted with the sound of her sniffles and soft cries. And Baski’s loud heartbeats.

Then, Remeta looked her mother dead in the eyes with the saddest eyes Baski has ever seen. “It’s not his fault. He is hurting badly, Mama… We’re loosing him. He has been fighting for five years, but every man has a breaking point. She is the only one that can help him.”

“Danika…?” Baski’s breath caught in her throat. Fear sizzled down her spine.

She nodded once. “We can only hope that she reaches him on time. Or he will hurt her badly. And, we will loose him completely.”

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