Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
She went into a trance right in front of Baski’s eyes.
“No, no, no, no,” she could only whisper as tears filled her eyes. “No, it can’t be”
“Danik-“
“No. Oh, Creator, no.” She raised eyes filled with unshed tears to Baski’s face and whispered pleadingly, “Please, tell me… it’s not true. No, no… oh, please.”
Then she heard scream so loud from a voice so familiar, something died inside Danika at the very sound of it….
SCREAMS: PIERCED SOULS
When Danika heard Sally’s screams, she reacted without thought. Her eyes wide, she turned and started running the remaining distance to the door.
She wasn’t thinking; she could only cry and beg for a stop to this nightmare. “No! Please, oh no!”
Baski caught her just at the door and grabbed her with all the strength she’d gained with years of hard work, living as a slave.
“Stop! Think, Danika! Stop!” Baski forced her to a stop, whirling her around to face her.
Danika started crying outright. “I can’t take this. I can’t take this, Baski. This can’t be.”
Tears flowed from Baski’s eyes and she wrapped her arms around Danika, pulling the younger woman to her arms. “She wanted to do this for you, Danika. You can’t stop it now.”
Danika was much taller than Baski, but at that moment, it didn’t matter. She wrapped her arms tightly around the plump woman, her head buried into her chest as she sobbed.
Another scream rose above the music, and Danika started struggling against Baski, but the older woman held her tight.
“Wh-what are they doing… to her? Sally wouldn’t scream that loud if… it d-d-didn’t hurt,” she sobbed.
Another scream came. And again. And again.
The sound of laughter and clattering of conversations that came out from the royal court was like a stab in Danika’s chest; the music was like a thorn running down her body.
They laughed and danced in celebration, oblivious to Sally’s screams, like it didn’t matter. Like it was a spice to their festival.
“Ahh, she feels good! Been wanting to do this for so long!” She heard King Moreh’s breathy voice above the music. “Your turn, Pesih; you’re the fourth!”
Danika burrowed deeper into Baski and cried sorrowfully, “Oh, Creator, please help. No, no-Sally, no.”
“Heavens… King Pesih is here?” Baski whispered under her breath.
Danika nodded, sniffling. “Yes. What do you… know… about h-him?”
Baski hesitated, new tears burning her eyes. “I heard he challenged King Cone in court, and in revenge, your father abducted his niece.” She paused. “Word is that the girl went through hell before her family found her again. Heard she was like my baby Remeta for years. She’s dead now.”
Danika renewed her struggles. “Holy h-heavens! No, he’ll k-kill Sally. Baski, he’ll kill 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 risked 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 died a little more inside.
She pulled the doorknob and swung the door as open as she could get it, which wasn’t much, but it’d do because she could 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 weren’t so cold. They were filled with rage-and underlying pain and sadness.
It was that same look on his face when he remembered 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-discovered the atrocity she had committed, swapping roles with Sally. That wasn’t what she was thinking about. Instead, her face crumbled and sob after sob racked her body. “He’s g-going to… kill her. I need to g-get to her!”
Lucien 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 very thing she tried to prevent.”
Tears spewed down Danika’s eyes in waves, and she lowered her head in defeat and bone-deep fear. Sally screamed in such a loud excruciating voice; Danika jerked like she’d been slapped.
Her body trembled visibly; she shook her head miserably.
Music, talking, laughing and cheering. Screams. More screams. Danika cried freely.
When the next scream came, it rose to a pitch, and then stopped.
Danika’s heart somersaulted 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 arms around her. His long kingly cloak-like garment wrapped around her smaller form, shielding her completely from human eyes-from the evil that was happening behind him.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
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