The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 165

Danika reached the King’s Quarters and knocked on the door. She waited patiently.

“Come in.” Came the deep voice of the king.

She hasn’t heard his voice since the day before, it coursed a shiver down her spine. It made her heart to flutter too. She has it bad for him.

It isn’t something she doesn’t already know, but the knowledgeable never seizes to hurt her. Love is not supposed to soothe and hurt at the same time, but hers does.

She opened the door quietly and let herself into his Chambers. He was rolling a well-written scroll up, and dropping his inked pen on the desk. He raised his head and looked at her.

“I brought your food, My King.” She inclined her head.

He gestured his head towards the table without saying a word.

She nodded and walked to the small eating table situated at the other side of his Chambers. She cleared the scrolls and parchments on it and began arranging his food methodically.

It has been this way in this past few days. He always requests that she should be the one to bring in his food. Or help him with his clothes. Or to help him write and translate.

She felt more intimate with him, even though he hasn’t been taking sèxual pleasures from her body.

“Your food is ready, Your Highness.” She announced softly, turning towards him when she was done.

His eyes was on her. It unsettled her, a flush spread through her cheeks.

King Lucien could not stop staring at her. This past few weeks has not been easy; having her so close, but he was forced to curb his hunger for her.

When his control slips, he calls her and have her take him deep into her séxy little mouth. It was mostly enough for him and satisfies him, because his innocent Danika is very good with her mouth.

The best part of being with her is her selflessly wholehearted eagerness to please. He does not regret letting her in. He does not regret trusting her.

Maybe, just maybe, he will be able to believe in another person again. Maybe, he will be able to heal again.

“Your H-Highness…?” Her soft voice stuttered out, she shifted nervously on her feet.

The weird urge came again. Just like it has, for the past few weeks. The weird urge to let his cheeks stretch into a smile.

His brows knitted in confusion. “I am coming.” He responded to her, shutting his mind to the thought.

He got up and walked around his desk. He started for the table.

Danika inclined her head again, and turned towards the door.

“Do not go.” The words were firm but gentle at the same time.

She turned and looked at him seated at the classy chair made for a king, his eyes on the food in front of him.

“Your Highness?”

He did not raise his head as he stated, “Come and seat with me. I do not want to eat alone. I do not want you to go.”

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Karandy was still thinking about that plan.

“The maid that will report us to the king, wouldn’t she call my name? That will get me killed.” He reasoned.

“She doesn’t know you. All she knows is that she caught the King’s Slave fooling around with a man at the store room of the palace.”

“Wouldn’t Danika tell on me during interrogation?”

Vetta couldn’t help herself, she chuckled at his naivety. “If you think the king will give her a chance to be interrogated after such crime, then, you don’t know the king at all. My best bet is that he will order her execution immediately. Betrayal is a crime worst than murder to the king.”

Karandy wasn’t surprised. King Lucien is not to be messed with.

Vetta continued. “Why do you think she hasn’t told him about her pregnancy? She is very scared about how he’ll take it. If I was still a slave, I’d rather die than getting pregnant for a master like the king.” She stated vehemently, “As a slave, Danika threads the most dangerous ground.”

“So, why don’t you just go to the king and tell him that his slave is pregnant? That will be a win for you too, and a loose for her.”

She leaned back to her chair. “It wouldn’t kill three birds with one stone.”

“I don’t understand.” His confusion was apparent.

She waved him away. “You won’t. There’s no greater win than the one which will come from the King’s conceptual believe that Danika had a lover all along. It is the worst kind of betrayal. He’ll find out about her pregnancy then, and it will be disastrous for her. I look forward to seeing the King kill his own child by his own hands.”

Karandy winced. That plan was perfect and very harsh. It reminded him of how wicked the mistress is.

Dread filled him for the first time since he forced her to sleep with him. Is he safe?

“Is there more to the plan?” He asked her, trying to tap down his doubts.

She shook her head with a purse of her lips. “No. That is all. Do not worry, it is a perfect plan. You and I will get what we want.

His excitement was apparent on his face, she had to resist the urge to laugh out loud. The useless bástard.

He has no idea.