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It had always been the king.
No one thought more about the king’s safety than 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 had always been the king for Chad.
Why, suddenly, did he come to Sally’s bed?
Baski paused the thought when she saw Chad’s eyes widen in recognition. He looked around and frowned because he wasn’t in the king’s bedroom. And Baski was the one standing in front of him, so he definitely wasn’t in the king’s Chambers. Where was he?
The question flashed 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 filled his eyes.
A sweet taste was in his mouth, and it wasn’t the familiar taste of the king. It only horrified him more. Then his face became pained. “Please, tell me it’s not Remeta,” he groaned in self-disgust and grief, his heart filled with agony.
“No, it’s not Remeta, Chad. It’s Sally.”
He closed his eyes against the wave of shame and anguish. This was why he tried not to think about the girl, since he found himself attracted to her. He did his best to ignore that attraction, to make sure it didn’t grow, and after he saw her when those kings brutalized her, he was more determined to kill that attraction. All because of this.
His heart squeezed in his chest. “How is she?”
“She is scared out of her mind,” Baski said pitifully.
Chad closed his eyes against the wave of pain.
Baski walked closer and placed her hand on his arm. “You don’t have to feel so bad about this. All you have to do is to explain this to her in the light of the day—-“
“There is no explaining something like this, Baski. There is no explaining that I treated her the same way those kings did.”
“No. Don’t even try to compare this with their brutality! You weren’t aware! And you didn’t force your body inside her! Don’t be too hard on yourself!” she chided him.
He only inclined his head out of respect for her and walked out of the bathroom with his body dripping wet.
Sally huddled under the covers, looking small and terrified. She whimpered and recoiled from him as he walked out.
The sound of fear from her killed something in him. His chest burning, he bowed his head to her in apology. “I’m so sorry, Miss Sally.” He turned and walked out of the door. He couldn’t risk scaring her more.
Sally’s mind was stuck in the memories of her horror in the courtroom, and somehow, the sound of Chad’s faraway voice soothed her.
But it didn’t stop the deep-rooted fear and terror.
It was a long while later before Baski could bring Sally back to sleep with sleeping potions.
It was the early hours of morning when Danika suddenly screamed. King Lucien was in the library when he heard the piercing scream. It came again. Followed by the rustle of bed sheets.
He walked in steady strides out of the inner room to see Danika screaming and thrashing on the bed. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and sweat poured from her body, her breathing erratic.
“No!
Noooo, Baski please! I must save Sally! No, please! I can’t leave her to t-them!” she cried out.
King Lucien watched with a furrow of his brows. She was having a nightmare. Her mind was trapped in the events of her last introduction day in the courtroom.
“No… you d-don’t understand, they will kill her! They hate me so much; t-they will kill Sally because they… think… she is… me…!” she sobbed in her sleep.
As she lived that horrible moment again in her sleep, a crack from the ice-wall King Lucien built around his bitter heart fell away. He watched the way she sobbed, thrashing around. Pained screams emitted from her throat. And he asked himself, howcould he have possibly ever thought that she might be a devil pretending to be an angel?.
KING CONE’S LEGACY
Danika was still thrashing on the bed and screaming, reliving the memory of Sally’s heroic act.
As King Lucien watched her, it took him back to that day in the courtroom-that very day Sally had screamed her heart out. He couldn’t help remembering the way it affected this woman lying on his bed.
She’d shrieked at every agonizing scream of her former personal maid. She’d cried at every cry. She’d hurt so much that she came to him for the first time. She’d hurt so much, she chose a physical pain as an escape from the emotional pain.
He frowned in thought. When she started sobbing, he was forced to move.
He walked towards her and sat down on the bed. “Stop. It’s just a nightmare,” he spoke calmly.
“Oh, stop whipping me. I d-did nothing wrong. Stop! Stop! It hurts!” she cried, thrashing her head from side to side. Now her subconscious was replaying the torture session from Vetta.
“Danika. Wake up,” he commanded again. It didn’t work. She only cried. He then placed a hand on her arm with every intention of shaking her awake, but as his hand touched her, she stilled her struggles and stopped crying.
Then she curled her body around his arm and settled back into sleep.
His brows furrowed further as he watched this development. She was gripping his body hard, her body relaxed into sleep. He kept still and watched her as she slept. His eyes took in her features: the long lashes of her eyes, the beautiful pale white skin, the bow of her mouth and her pointed nose.
He didn’t know how long he had watched her until, finally; he could pull his arm from her body.
He made a mental note to summon her personal maid tomorrow. It was high time he did that.
The next afternoon, Vetta was happy as she sat on top of the horse. The wind blew around the deserted part of the land.It was the first time she was going hunting with the king, and she was very excited. It was also the first time he would introduce her as the king’s only mistress, which made her happier.
The two other kings got to see her, and she went hunting with them. A moment with her king. A moment alone with no other person-woman or slave.
Vetta tightened her grip on the reins of the horse and lifted her face to the sky. The day couldn’t get any better.
“Who are we waiting for, my king?” she asked in a cheerful voice, the wind caressing her closed eyes.
He said nothing. His expression said nothing, too. He was seated on top of his horse, holding the reins, while the two other kings were also on their own horses, talking together.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Dayson was the alpha of the largest pack in North America. Powerful figures from other packs sought to offer gorgeous girls as potential mates for Dayson. He steadfastly rejected these advances, he was not a pawn to be manipulated. But eventually there came a mysterious girl he could hardly say No. Who was she?