The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 74

Baski woke up and stared at the hourglass. It shows that it’s well past midnight.

She looked beside her and watched Remeta sleeping soundly beside her. She’d waited for the girl to fall asleep in Danika’s bedroom before she’d carried her from the bedroom to her room here in the palace.

It’s only in these moments of Remeta sleeping well that she’s able to put some herbs on her and rub her body the healing herbs that will clear the scars from the scratches she gave herself.

Baski got up from the bed and walked to the table. She opened her herb bag and brought out all the leaves, stems and concoctions she packed in it.

But as she searched, she couldn’t find the most important leaf. How can she not pack the Dorco plant?

It’s the most important plant with she uses in making the Forb-bane. The Forb-bane is the medicinal herb used for healing the skin.

There might still be a small leaf of it in the backyard.

She left it all scattered on the table and strode out of the bedroom. She checked very well to make sure that Remeta was still sleeping before she closed the door.

She walked through the Servant’s Quarters into the Royal Quarters. When she entered the hallway of the King’s Chambers, she strained her neck to the side to the able to see his door.

The lights were on. The king is still awake.

She shook her head and continued on her way. She has passed the bedroom of the late princess Melia when she heard whimpers.

Soft terrified whimpers.

She paused and walked back to the door. She opened it and froze.

Chad laid on top of Sally with her drawers on her midriff and his face buried in her womanhood.

“Good heavens….!” Baski cried in horror as she walked into the bedroom.

He didn’t move, but Sally swiveled her head and stared at Baski with terrified tear-filled eyes.

“Madam Baski…” she whimpered, “…please, help me… Make him stop…..”

Baski hurried towards Sally and started patting her head in reassurance. “Calm down, my dear…okay? Stay calm… He’s not in his right mind or he’ll never do something like this to you….!”

Tears rolled down Sally’s eyes. She was terrified out of her mind as Chad’s tongue flickered on her body down there and his big body dominated between her legs.

The only memories that clouded her sleepy mind is the memories of that very day in the courtroom.

She could only see the kings and the things they did to her.

She closed her eyes tight and whimpered in terror. Her body remained stiff. She was too scared to struggle or twist away.

Baski walked to Chad and pulled him away from Sally. “Alright, that’s it, big guy. Follow me….”

She was half-scared that he wouldn’t follow her but breathed a deep sign of relief when he extracted himself from Sally’s shivering body.

His eyes was glazed over in sleep as he followed Baski to the bathroom. As she poured him a bucketload of cold water, she was in thought.

Why Sally? Why did his sexmonia sleepwalking carry him to Sally’s bedroom?

She’d always known that Chad sleepwalks to the King’s bed some night, it’s been going on since they escaped slavery five years ago. His mind traps him to the past, and his legs carry him to the bedroom of the person occupying his mind.

It’s always been the king.

No one thinks more about the King’s safety that his personal bodyguard….more than the man who was always ready to throw himself in front of every torture session just to prevent the king from being there. It’s always been the king for Chad.

Why, suddenly, did he come to Sally’s bed?

She paused the thought when he saw Chad’s eyes widen in recognition. He looked around and he frowned because it wasn’t the sight of the king’s bedroom.

And Baski is the one standing in front of him so he definitely wasn’t in the King’s Chambers. Where is he?

The question was only in his mind for a second before he looked around with clearer eyes and he saw where he was.

“Oh…No…” Dread filled him.

Baski watched him with pity as horror blanketed his eyes.

A sweet taste was in his mouth and it wasn’t the familiar taste of the king. It only made him more horrified.

Then, his face took on a pained look, “Please, tell me it’s not Remeta…” He g*****d in self disgust and pain, his heart filled with pain.

“No, it’s not Remeta, Chad. It’s Sally…”

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Hours later, movements beside him caught his attention.

King Lucien swiveled his head to see Danika waving her head around dizzily. She caught herself yet again and tried to concentrate.

He watched her. It didn’t take long again before her eyes slid close and her head almost fell again. She caught herself.

The next time, her head hung on one side and she fell asleep indeed. He still watched her.

Is she a devil like her father? Can she be living a life of pretense?

Why is the universe playing such a cruel joke at him? Why would the daughter of the monster who ruined him, be the person he finds peace in her presence? The person with whom he finds sleep in her presence?

A huge frown dominated his face as he tried to think of every logical explanation to explain such strange occurrence. He could come out with none.

His eyes found the open scroll and the scribbled words on them. Her handwriting is beautiful and pleasing in the eyes.

He folded another completed scroll and kept it aside. “Chad.”

The door opened and another guard entered. “He has retired to his quarters, your majesty.”

“Take her to the bed.” He ordered as he opened another blank scroll. After sleeping all afternoon, he is ready to work most of the night away.

“Yes, my king.” The guard walked closer and lifted Danika from the ground. She sighed sleepily and settled against the guard.

He started walking out of the room.

“I didn’t give orders that you should take her out of this room, Zariel.”

The guard stopped suddenly and turned. “I’m so sorry, my king. I thought you wanted me to take the slave to her room.”

“Lay her down on the bed, Zariel.” he spared the guard a glance, “My bed.”

“Oh.. O-Ofcourse, my king.” He hurriedly walked to the bed and gently deposited Danika on it.

She laid there sleeping while the guard stepped back, bowed to the king and took his leave.