Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
No, she wouldn’t think of this now. Sally.
Fear gripped her throat, followed by an immense wave of pain and guilt. Her chest tightened so painfully she grabbed it and tried to soothe the burning. It wasn’t working.
Sally. Oh, Creator, how is Sally?
Danika forced herself to get up from the ground and walked gingerly towards the underground rooms. With each step she took, the stickiness of the release between her inner thighs reminded her she’d spent the night in the king’s bed. In the king’s arms.
She made a mental note to tell Baski to make her potions that prevented a baby.
While the king was in the bathroom, Vetta called the maids to take out the bedsheets. She wanted every trace of that bitch out.
The two maids that remained cleaned the room to her satisfaction. By the time the king came out of the bathroom, the room was clean and arranged, aired, and scented.
Vetta sat on the bed while the king took off his clothes and changed into new ones. She tried to keep calm, but it was a struggle. How could Danika spend the night in the king’s bed, and he allowed her!?
He had never-never
-let her lay on the bed, but he took sexual pleasures from his slave on this bed; and he also let her sleep on it. How was that even possible!?
He’d found satisfaction with her too, and she knew this. Chad was never in here, and she wasn’t either. It was that bitch!
Vetta’s head was pounding hard, her hands fisted beside her in rage. But when the king clothed himself fully and stared at her, she beamed at him like she was a happy mistress.
“I see you had an excellent night, Your Highness?” she asked brightly.
He nodded once, not saying anything. His face was the usual expressionless mask as he walked to his desk and got behind it.
The air of authority that clung to him like a cloak to a body and made it hard for her to ask direct questions or even demand answers. That would be a huge mistake where King Lucien was concerned.
“You must have slept well, my king. I’ve knocked several times before, but you’ve been sleeping,” she said, fishing.
He sorted through the scrolls on his desk calmly. Finally, he raised his eyes and bored down on her carefully. “How have you been, Vetta?” he asked.
A trill of pleasure shot through her at the question. “I’m doing well, my king.”
He nodded once and focused on his scrolls again. Vetta knew without being told that he probably had a lot to do today, and he wanted to get on with them because he had already had a late start.
Suddenly, Vetta wanted some contact with him. Even if it was only a bit. She walked close to him and dropped to her knees, placing a hand on his clothed-hard thighs.
He stiffened the way he did whenever someone put their hands on him. He lifted his eyes from the scroll and stared at her hand on his body. His eyes lifted to her face.
“I want to apologize for what I did three nights ago. I should never have done something like that. I didn’t know what got into me.” She allowed her eyes to water as she stared at him.
“I never wanted to go that far. But… I just couldn’t stop remembering everything her father did to us. I remembered the way I lost my baby. The way Declan died. And it drove me mad,” she lied smoothly, knowing the right buttons to push.
At the mention of Declan, he flinched like he’d been punched, and his eyes darkened.
Happiness spread through her at the sight, but she hid it well. She got him on that one; she never wanted him to forget. Vetta blinked hard to make sure the tears ran down her cheeks. “But now I know I was wrong. I almost killed her. I should never have let my pain get the best of me.”
Silence. The silence stretched.
Finally, King Lucien cupped her cheek. “It’s alright, Vetta. I’m glad you finally understand that you did wrong. I punished you because I don’t want you to become a monster because of everything we went through.
“Let me bear those burdens alone; it is my cross to bear. I gave you freedom, and I want you to enjoy it. To bask in it. Do not become like me. I don’t want to see you become a monster.”
“Yes, my king,” she whispered, rubbing her cheek on his rough palm.
He pulled back then, severing all contact. He picked up a brand-new scroll and unwrapped it. “You can go now. I need to get some things done.”
“Um, I can come in later. I promise to make you feel so good,” she trailed off huskily.
He shook his head dismissively. “I will call you when I need you.”
Anger, hot and swift, slashed through her. But she nodded and got up from the floor, then bowed to him before walking out of the room.
Outside his room, Vetta gritted her teeth angrily. She wanted the king to herself, dammit! Now he wouldn’t even let her come to him today-all because of that bitch!
What happened in her absence that she didn’t know? Not knowing was driving her mad!
The memory of seeing Danika lying on his bed caused another round of swift rage to course through her. Her day was officially ruined. A lot of things were out of place!
Which charm did she use on him to make him sleep? Sleep for that long!?
Something had to be done about Danika. She would do something, and fast. She couldn’t let this-whateverthis was-continue!
Because deep within herself, she knew that something had gone wrong. She didn’t know what, but she could feel it.
THE HATE HE HAS FOR HER
Karandy stayed in his bedroom, nursing his wounds. That bitch, Danika, almost beat him to death.
That bitch.
Rage filled Karandy. If not for a servant who found him, took him back to his house, and called a medicine man for him, he would have died.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Raging wouldn’t help him now at all.
The king’s guards had come earlier in the day. They’d paid him a visit. Apparently, Danika told the king everything.
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