The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 81

“Oh..!” She gasped as he pressed her deeper to the bed, knocking the breath right out of her body.

For a full moment, she remained still under him. My Danika?

Oh, when did she start dreaming this way? When did she start hearing words that were never said?

Because she’s very sure that the king can never make such statement she heard. It’s her mind playing jokes on her.

She reveled in the feeling of the full weight of him on top of her and even though, he is so heavy he’s suffocating her…it doesn’t matter.

Unbiddenly, her mind went back to that very night he took s****l pleasures from her body in this very position. Her body went hot all over at the memory.

And she was also suffocating. She used all her strength and managed to push the unconscious king away from her body. She got up, breathing like a person who ran miles.

Minutes later, she was back in her seat in front of him, staring at him as he slept peacefully.

My Danika….

The word whispered into her head again.

Aaaah, but what a good hallucination that would have been if it was true… If it wasn’t a figment of her mind.

She was determined to watch over him until morning. She stayed that way for so very long, until her eyes became heavy….

She fell asleep with her head resting on his chest.

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He swiveled his head to find Danika sleeping soundly with her head on his chest. He watched the rise and fall of breathing for a few seconds.

He stared at he’d head on his body and watched the rise and fall of her breathing as she slept peacefully.

The events of the day before filled his head. He remembered vividly when the arrow struck his chest. And her scream of pain.

Now, he just watched her. He didn’t know how long passed.

Distinctively, he remembered the soft sound of weepings and words he’d heard while he was unconscious… He could still remember hearing her voice but he couldn’t remember the words she spoke.

But whatever they were, they were soothing. And they calmed the beasts raging in his subconscious to devour him at that state.

She’d put her arms around him, hugging him tight while she whispered those words as his mind trapped him on that very day they killed Declan.

Now, she’s sleeping tiredly beside him. He allowed himself to watch her bashfully. She is so beautiful…so angelic…even in sleep. He wasn’t supposed to notice this, but he did.

It still marveled him that Cone could father this woman. This woman that spent the night alone in his bedroom when he was down and at her mercy, and didn’t harm him—-

She stirred and her eyes opened. Their eyes met. Her mind was sluggish to work and so they stared at each other in the eyes for a few seconds.

Then, her eyes widened and she sprang her head up from the bed. “Master… You’re awake…!”

“I am. Why? You want me dead?” He g*****d, but the usual hate and coldness was absent in his eyes.

“No.” She shook her head adamantly, “No, master… I don’t want you dead.”

He said nothing. Instead, his eyes watched her with that unreadable expression that has become a second cloak to him.

Finally, he averted his eyes. “Who left me in your care?”

“It’s…. Madam Baski.”

“Baski seems to have taken a gamble with my life…leaving me all night alone in the care of Cone’s daughter.” His lips thinned.

Danika’s eyes widened, she pushed down at the hurt that spread through her body on his poor judgement of her.

She bowed her head to him, “I will never…do anything that will cause you harm…” she whispered.

Silence. The only sound heard was the chirpings of bird and ruffle of the wind.

Then, he blinked his eyes slowly and averted his eyes. “I wouldn’t believe something like this before. God must really be playing a cruel joke…because now, I see myself believing you.”

The last parts were said in a voice so low, Danika had to strain her ear to hear him. And as the words left his mouth, the hurt in her heart disappeared like the wind.

Trust… No matter how little the trust is, she feels really gittery on the insides. Because she knows that trust is hardest for him to give.

And now, she has earned just a little bit of it. She will cherish that bit for eternity.

“I’m thirsty.” He g*****d.

“I’ll get you water, Master.” She got up from her chair, took one of his long wooden cup and walked out of his chambers.

She didn’t have to go far because the best of spring water nestled just a few walk away from the Royal Quarters. She bent down and filled her cup.

When she got back to his chambers, he was still in that position he was. She entered and looked the door, walked closer to him.

She sat on the bed and waited patiently while he sat up a little bit with his back resting on the headboard. He struggled with the movement, but Danika pretended not to know.

Any progress she has made with her master will turn to dust if she ever tries to make him seem weak by offering her hands to help him sit up.

Finally, in a better position, she offered him the wooden cup and he took in from her. He downed the content slowly and thoroughly until nothing remained.

She took the cup from him and dropped it on the ground. Her eyes scrutinized him as she made sure that he’s alright.

She wanted to place her hand on him…to make sure his temperature is okay…

She bit her lips and decided not to tempt the devil by putting her hand on the king without permission.

“What is it?” He asked reluctantly.

“Can I check y-your temperature? Have to make sure…” She trailed off.

His eyebrow shot up. “You can.” He surprised her by saying.

She leaned forward and placed her palm on his forehead. A feeling of relief rushed through her, his fever has broken.

She used the back of her palm down his neck and chest, her brows knitted in concentration. King Lucien can only feel her soft touch from his forehead to his neck…his chest.

How is it possible that the only touch that should be the one repulsing him, is the only touch he can feel without disgust and discomfort?

“Your fever has broken, master.” She whispered with something akin to relief in her voice.

“You unclothed me.” His eyes was pericing on hers.

She swallowed tightly. It wasn’t a question but she answered it anyway… “Yes,master.”

His eyes hardened and she watched his jaw lock. “Why?”

“You were r-running a high temperature and I n-needed to run the cold water on you.” she swallowed nervously, “…your face and your neck wasn’t breaking the fever, I knew I had to extend…”

“And now you saw the damages your father made, does it repulse you?” He asked harshly, anger flashing in his eyes.

“No.” she shook her head firmly, “Battle scars are not repulsive, Master. I only saw the extent of your bravery.”

Similar words reverberated through his memory. Followed by the sound of her cries.

She’d cried right here beside him and whispered to him that his scars are a mark of bravery. The marks that made him the lion he is.

Another ice cracked in his cold heart and fell away.