The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 69

“It made me wonder, how Danika….the only daughter of King Cone…is able to reach into that girl’s tormented heart and soothe it?”

King Lucien added, “Is it possible that a devil can birth an angel? Or he birthed a devil who’s pretending to be an angel?”

Danika’s heart squeezed so tight in her chest that for a moment, it was very hard for her to breathe. She wasn’t supposed to feel pain at his statement, but pain is all she breathed.

He has no reason to trust her, and her father made sure to solidify his hate for her, and so she doesn’t blame him that he would think her so capable of such atrocity. Doesn’t make it hurt less.

She raised her eyes from the floor and met his, “I don’t live a life of pretense, Master. I-I only live. I have no mapped out way of living the future. I find myself in this status of being a slave because of the monster my father is, and I’m trying to survive. But I live like Danika. Not like King Cone’s daughter.”

At her softly spoken words, he still watched her with that unreadable expression on his face. The way his eyes searched hers, it’s as if he’s trying to read her sincerity.

What is it about him and reading people’s eyes?

Finally, he averted his eyes. “Have you heard of the circumstance that pushed Remeta to insanity?”

“No, master.” She has heard it from Baski, but it pleased her in a special way that he wants to tell her about it.

“King Cone took her in as a Slave. He made a nine-year old a King’s Slave. Then, the day came for her to do a job that was given to her, she was unable to finish that task. He ordered her to be whipped and raped by several guys.” He g*****d, his eyes a bank of rage at the memory.

She has heard this story before but it didnt stop the tears that filled her eyes as he told her about it. God, it’s a wonder Remeta is still a little sane in the head.

“Creator….” She whispered miserably, lowering her head in shame. Why does her father have to be this kind of person?

Why does a man like that have to birth her? She thought with her heart filled with pain.

He watched her. He saw the sincerity of her actions and it baffled him greatly….just like it had done earlier in the day.

She is Cone’s daughter. How is this even possible?

But, he saw it with his own eyes. Tears that can’t be faked. Her hand resting protectively on his damaged leg even without her awareness.

Who is this woman? This woman that makes me sleep? Keep the demons at bay? Who is this woman who made Remeta come out of her shell? Who makes Remeta willing to get better?

Who is this woman who’s touch doesn’t make my skin crawl? Who’s presence gives me peace? He doesn’t know this woman at all.

He only knows Cone’s daughter. The former princess Danika. The present Slave Danika. He doesn’t know this woman. Who is she?

For the first time some questions came to his head.

Can he draw strength from her? Can he keep her close? Let her in? Can she help him like she helped Remeta? Does she have the power to face his demons?

The questions were so unbidden. So forbidden. But they were there.

She is the daughter of the monster. The thought filled his head following the questions. The thought came with pain and bitterness. Resentment he nurtured for years.

“Get up.” He ordered.

She got up like he instructed. Standing upright, she stood so close to him. The way he watched her, she doesn’t know what’s going through his head.

He looked mighty angry, his brows says he’s deep in thought. The anger made her nervous, she resisted the urge to take a step back from him.

Suddenly, the expressions on his face dissolved.

He snaked his arm around her and urged her forward with one push of his hand. Now, she stood at the nearest foot of the bed, so close to him, his head was almost touching her midriff.

Then, he wrapped his arms around her and placed his head on her belly in an embrace.

She stood frozen. Stunned.

He is touching her all by himself. He was putting his hands on her. Not to turn her over on the table and shove into her body. Not to position her and take his pleaures from her.

His head on her belly was a welcomed weight. He raised his head and stared at her again. “Who are you?” He g*****d exhaustedly.

She shook her head, not knowing what to say to that. “I’m your Slave, Master…”

He lowered his head again, placing it on her belly. He closed his eyes. “Tell me about your mother.”

The shock began to wear off and her body relaxed against his. A great feeling of euphoria washed over her, but she hid it well.

She jerked at the question. She never expected it. “She d-died when I was five. My nanny….Mrs Maary, the woman that raised me told me s-stories about her. She was the loveliest of women, that was what Mrs Marry said.”

“She also said that my mother really liked helping people and she hates it when slaves are treated bad. Miss Maary said that Queen Auroria is—-“

His head snapped up. “Queen Auroria was your mother?”

She nodded her head. “Yes.” Then, she hesitated, “Do you know her?”

He rested his head back on her belly. “I’ve heard of her. Good queen. Didn’t know she’s the queen that married Cone.”

That was all he said as he closed his eyes again. She wanted him to tell her what he knows about her mother, but she didn’t press.

The urge to hold his head to her was overwhelming but she curled her hand into fist to resist it. She doesn’t want to ruin this moment with him…whatever this moment is.

Danika welcomed the silence that followed his embrace. She stood there, breathing softly while the silence washed over them and time dragged by.

She hurt for him. Too many burdens on him. Too many responsibilities. Too many demons tormenting him.

His shoulders are wide but not wide enough to contain his take all those burdens. No one has a shoulder that wide to carry the world on it.

She wished there’s a way to take it all from him…even for a moment.

Finally, she’s unable to resist it anymore. She raised her hands and wrapped it around his head, holding him to her. His curls was so soft, she buried her fingers in it.

She expected him to pull away from her. He didn’t.

And when she started patting his head in rhythmical soft pats…he gave in to exhaustion and tuned out the pain from his leg.

His breath evened out in sleep.