Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
At midday, she was done waiting. She walked back to the door of the king’s chambers and began knocking again, this time louder and more persistent.
King Lucien woke first at the persistent knocking at the door. He noted a lot of things at the same time.
Another body pressed against his. The brightness of the day glared hard through the windows.
That was when the events of the previous night flooded his mind.
He stared at Danika. She slept soundly beside him, oblivious of everything. His eyes lowered to her naked body. To the privacy of his own mind-and even with a bit of anger at himself for noticing-he admitted to himself that she had the most beautiful body he’d ever seen. And he had seen a lot.
Red marks that weren’t there last night marred her beautiful skin in several places. It reminded him of the way he’d had her. A crease of a frown knitted his eyebrows. He’d released twice.
That was a first for him since Cone destroyed his body. He had remained hard even after he’d released the first time, and he’d taken her again.
When the knock came at the door again, a much more glaring realization struck him like a bucket of cold water. He stared at the windows. His eyes found the hourglass at his desk; it was almost in half. Followed by the old wall clock hanging behind his desk. It was midday.
He’d slept until midday. No nightmares. No sudden awakening with clear eyes. He’d slept until midday while holding her close.
And he’d overslept.
Lucien didn’t know what to make of such realization, and his brow remained knitted together in a frown. He stared at Danika again, her breathing labored, but she hadn’t stirred.
The knock came again.
He got up from the bed and threw the cover on Danika, which effectively covered her up. Instead of the door, he went to his wardrobe and began sorting through his clothes.
“Who is there?” he asked calmly.
At the sound of his voice, Danika stirred for the first time.
“It’s Vetta, my king.”
He took his time, withdrawing the piece of parchment he was looking for. Then he walked to the door and opened it.
“My king, I—” Vetta stopped short when she took the first step inside his chambers.
Danika laid on the bed, and she was only stirring awake. The smile disappeared from Vetta’s face, and she suddenly felt faint.
That bitch had slept here! That bitch not only shared his bed but also slept here!!!
Vetta’s eyes darkened; her breath turned erratic. She fisted her hands at her side as she glared at a waking Danika. She turned her stare to the king, who seemed to be getting ready to run a bath for himself. That was King Lucien. Sometimes he did not need to call the servants.
She stared at his back and wondered how the hell that was possible!? It was just not possible!
How was this possible!?
“What is it, Vetta?” he asked when the silence stretched. He stopped sorting through his wardrobe and stared at her.
Vetta forced herself to remain calm. It took everything in her for her to maintain calmness and wipe the aggressive expression from her face.
She forced a smile. “I wanted to see you, my king. I have something to say to you.”
Danika noticed that she’d slept until midday. Her eyes hurt badly from crying so hard the day before, and they were swollen-she could feel it.
The king had let her sleep here, she realised, at the feel of the soft mattress. She’d slept all night and morning.
Oh no, what about Sally!?
Her eyes found the king standing in his wardrobe and the wicked mistress standing at the door. Danika could see the hostility the mistress was trying to hide. She bowed her head slightly in greeting to the mistress before she forced her legs to move. She got down from the bed, her body hurting with every movement she made.
Danika stood on her feet-the aching muscles of her legs threatened to give out from under her-but she bit the inside of her cheek and forced her legs to stand. She’d never give this mistress the satisfaction of seeing her weak, and wobbly. She held the bed sheets tight around herself as she walked to the place her clothes were and picked them up.
Every part of her body hurt.
The silence of the room was deafening as she put on her clothes. Danika could practically feel the mistress glaring holes into her back, but she chose not to notice.
Done dressing, she faced the king, whose brows were knitted in concentration as he read a scroll he brought out from his wardrobe. She bowed her head. “Good day, Master.”
“Get out, Danika,” he said without sparing her a glance.
She bowed again and turned towards the door.
The mistress was opening the door, stabbing her with her eyes filled with so much rage and hatred because the king wasn’t watching.
Danika didn’t lower her eyes. Instead, her eyes held the mistress’s.
The woman that had almost killed her. The woman that hated her so much and so openly. The woman who was just coming out from her three days of house arrest. Danika knew the mistress’srage was because she was waking up from the king’s bed, and she didn’t know why. But she’d never cower for her.
Then, her head high, her shoulders squared, Danika walked past her and out of the room. She was so sore; she would have fallen if she wasn’t so determined to walk past this mistress with her dignity intact. After stepping into the hallway, she closed the door. She walked all the way out of the king’s quarters, rounded a corner and then…
“Ouch! Ouch!” she cried as her legs gave out from under her. She fell, wincing, to the ground.
The soreness of her body reminded her of the intense details of last night, and her cheeks flushed red. In the light of the day, she couldn’t believe that she’d gone to him. She’d gone to the king!
She couldn’t believe she’d told him not to hold back. He really didn’t hold back, she said to herself, staring at the red marks on her arms.
He’d cuddled her.
The whisper came to her mind and settled on it. He’d cuddled her. He’d let her cuddle him.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
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