The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 155

Vetta was sheathing as she walked out of the bedroom. Suddenly, she wished she never came here.

She wished she never heard the incoherent mumbles, and she never pressed her ear so glued to the door to decipher the things they said. She wished she never got curious.

“Good night, Mistress.” A maid greeted her with a bow as she passed.

Vetta only glared daggers at the maid and matched right past her. What is so good about the night!?

There is nothing—ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!—good about this night!

Danika is right there inside that bedroom.

The king drew sëxual pleasures from her body and sated himself on her. During courting season. Not only that, he is saying such ridiculous words to Danik she never expected him to say.

Words she kept hoping the king would say to her!

Vetta whirled around and glared at the hallway that leads to the King’s Chambers. She was raging. A new urgency filled her.

Over her dead body will he be able to keep that witch close to him. She will break whatever it is between them, she will scatter it to pieces beyond repair.

And she knows where to start.

She whirled around and matched right out of the hallway. She will deal with this issue really well.

And, she knows the right place to start. She headed for Princess Kamara’s bedroom.

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King Lucien and Danika laid down there, doing nothing and thinking of absolutely nothing. Just taking a break from the world.

A lot of time passed as they touched each other. Enjoyed being in each other’s arms. They talked and talked about their past lives…the parts that weren’t filled with so much pain.

“I am very tired, and my head is pounding. I feel dizzy too.” The king finally said.

Danika has her hand running lazily at his broad back and chest. She is tired too, and oh, so sleepy.

She wished the night will never end because she doesn’t know what tomorrow will bring. She wants this moment with the king to last forever. But as midnight drew closer, it became a struggle to keep her eyes open.

“I am sleepy too,” she admitted. Then, she asked hesitantly, “Do you want to get on the bed…?”

He shook his head, kissing the top of her breast. He spent years lying down in cold cell. This is nothing. “No. I don’t want to move an inch from here.”

“Me too.” She whispered.

He stretched his hand, reaching for his discarded rope. He picked up the big fur cloth and wrapped it around them. “There is no guards at the door or I would have called them. You need to shout for them, can you do that?”

He’d hidden their nakedness, so she nodded. He gave a nod of approval.

“Guards!” She shouted, burying her red flushed face to his chest.

A minute passed before they they heard the sound of a key going into the lock from behind the door. It opened and a guard entered. Shock blanketed hus face when he saw the king lying on the ground with his slave.

He was quick to mask his shock and bowed his head. “My king, you sent for me.”

“Reach the bed and get me the big bedsheet, Zariel.”

“At your command, Your Majesty.” In quick strides, he reached the bed and withdrew the huge bedsheet that decorated the bed.

He didn’t need to what for the command, instead, he covered the king and the former princess’s body with the big blanket.

“You can go now.” The king said.

Zariel bowed again and walked out, closing the door behind him.

The King pulled his fur cloth from under the bedsheet and dropped it aside.

He pulled her closer, raised her leg and threw it over his h*p, opening her up to him. He began surging into her.

She cried out, her eyes going wide. She was sore down there.

“I won’t hurt you more. I will take it easy.” He breathed into her neck, “I want to sleep inside you.”

Her heart fluttered. The things he said to her always has this effect on her. She also wants to be that close to him. So so close, the closest she can get.

“I want that too. I want to fall asleep with y-you inside me.” She whispered shyly, thankfully that he wasn’t looking at her. Instead, he was nibbling on her neck.

His h**s pulled back and slowly… With a gentleness she never knew he possessed, he pushed himself into her. Inch by delicious inch.

Sore tight muscles gave slowly, they stretched to accommodate him. Her breath hitched, she bit her lips. She was sore, but the feel of him is heavenly.

Finally, he was really so deep inside her, she almost panicked that he’ll be hitting her cervix again. But, he stopped pushing and took a deep breath against her.

She breathed out, and relaxed in his arms.

Wrapped in each other’s arms, spread out on the floor of his chambers, the King’s head to her bosom and a part of him buried so deep inside her, they fell asleep.

They fell into a peaceful sleep…because their hearts is at peace.