The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 37

Danika renewed her struggles. “Holy h-heavens…! No, he’ll k-kill Sally…Baski, he’ll kill h-her! I can’t let that happen! I’ll n-never be able to bear it!”

As she struggled and cried and struggled the more. Sally started screaming again, and this time it sounded….more agonizing.

With each scream, Danika cried louder and struggled against Baski until the woman finally freed her or risk getting seriously hurt.

“Danika! No!” She cried.

Danika was beyond hearing, her heart was breaking in her chest. With each scream coming from the Royal Court, a little piece of her heart dies a little more inside.

She dragged the doorknob and swung the door as open as she could get it, which isn’t much but it’ll do because she can pass through the narrow way.

She took a first step in, only to collide into a hard wall.

No. Not a wall. A man. A man who suddenly filled the doorway.

Danika raised her red teary eyes to stare into the hard face of King Lucien. His eyes wasn’t so cold. It was filled with rage…and underlying pain and sadness.

It’s that same look on his face when he remembers his dead family….or his time in slavery.

Baski’s eyes widened in shock and she lowered her head to the ground. There’s trouble, she thought deep within herself.

Danika didn’t care that the king just found her out. Found out the atrocity she’s committed, swapping roles with Sally. It wasn’t what she was thinking about at all.

Instead, her face crumbled and sobs after sobs racked her throat. “He’s g-going to…kill her… I need to g-get to her….!”

He didn’t leave the doorway. Instead, he stared down at her red wet face and swollen eyes.

When he spoke, his voice was hard. “You can’t go in there, Danika. All her sacrifices will be in vain. She will be executed and you will go through the same thing she tried to prevent.”

Tears spewed down her eyes in waves and she lowered her head in defeat and bone-deep fear. Sally screamed in loud excruciating voice and she jerked like she’s been slapped.

Her body trembled visibly, she shook her head miserably.

Music, Talking. laughing and cheering. Screams. More scream. Danika cried earnestly.

When the next scream came, it rose to a pitch and then, suddenly it cut off.

Danika’s heart summersaulted in her chest and her head snapped up. Wide red teary eyes filled with horror met the King’s own.

“What happened!? What h-happened….!?” She cried.

The only answer she got was an answer she’d never have expected to get from him. Even Baski never expected it, because even though his eyes were raging, his face was the same unreadable mask.

He used one hand to coax her into his body and he wrapped both hands around her. His long kingly cloak-like garment wrapped around her smaller form, shielding her completely from human eyes….from the evil that’s happening behind him.

Shock quickly worked it’s way past fear and horror at his gesture, Danika’s head cushioned on his chest, the scent of his garment surrounding her, she stood stunned. Only for a second.

The shock started wearing off replaced by panic and mind-numbing pain. They’ve killed her.

For the king to react this way…for her scream to cut off like that…they’ve killed her.

“Sally…! Sally….! Don’t leave m-me, please! Sally…..you can’t l-leave me…!” She cried and screamed but it was muffled against his chest.

Hard calloused hand rhythmically patted her head as sobs after sobs racked her throat.

Danika had always wondered what it’ll feel like to be in the King’s arm like this… Him, just holding her tenderly against his big body. She never expected it to be this way. She never wanted it to be this way.

And yet, she clutched his garment tight in her arm as she cried miserably. She never stopped clutching him tight. Never raised her head from the cushion of his body.

Baski’s head was lowered, her shoulders shook as she wept bitterly.

King Lucien was the only one who wasn’t visibly reacting. Instead, he patted Danika’s head rhythmically while she cried and shook against him.

Music, Talking. laughing and cheering. Screams. More scream. Danika cried earnestly.

Only music, cheers, laughter and clattering remained. There were no more screams. No matter how Danika listened, she couldn’t hear more.

What seem like an eternity later, King Noir’s voice was heard. “Blazes! I knew I should have gone before Pesih, now I get a corspe? No thanks, I ain’t interested.”

More laughter.

“Do you think that mastiff Cone rolled over in his grave?” King Phillip’s voice.

Another round of laughter and cheers. “He must have, I’d bet. He really did favor that girl of his…and then, he treats other people’s girls to hell on goddamn earth.”

“I’d bet he thought he’ll live forever.”

“Yeah. Didn’t know the Conald’s son is one bad son-of-an-elf who’ll have his head someday.”

More laughter. More cheers.

“Lucien really dealt him a big number. And now, we get to deal with him in a much better way.”

“His daughter. Damn, the girl was fun. Too bad she’s so weak.”

“Naah, I’d say she’s strong. But Pesih is one angry son-of-an-elf. He carved her up like a chicken.”

More laughter. More music. More cheers.

“Where’s King Lucien? His messenger did say something about a petition. Now that one business is down, let’s go over to another.” That was King Zeba.

King Lucien finally pulled a crying Danika in shock, away from his body. “Baski, take her away. Call Chad to go in there…”

He left it unsaid, but he didn’t have to say it. They all knew what he was going to say. Call Chad to take her corpse away.

Even as tears ran freely down Danika’s cheeks, she’d gone into shock. When Baski held her, Danika walked mindlessly away with her.

King Lucien entered back into the Courtroom and closed the door shut.

It’s supposed to be an introduction, not a slaughter. But then again, they are kings. There’s never been any rule in court.

It’s just like every other day in any Royal Court. A slave is down and it’s as normal as a change in weather.

The slave being Cone’s daughter, makes it all seem like the best change in weather.