Todos os capítulos de The Alpha King's Hated Slave: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

 1198 word(s)Published159 Later in the day, cleaned up and after another round of sleep, she went in search of Baski. She found her on the woods with Remeta, picking a basket-full of herbs. They all walked together to the palace and back into Baski's bedroom. The older woman was livid and worried, but Danika went right ahead to explain what happened in the King's Chamber. She gave her the general reason, skipping the intimate memories she made with the king. Those are private and hers alone to cherish. She told Baski about the way he was so deep buried into the past, he almost lost his sanity with her. How she came close to telling him that she was pregnant and his response to that. "Oh dear..." The older woman palmed her own wrinkled forehead, "I'm glad you withdrew when you did, I can't begin to imagine what would have happened to you if you told hi

 1016 word(s)Published161 "I saw you and the king that night. In his chambers. On the floor. In each other's arms, asleep." Came the calm reply at last. Danika didn't have to think hard for the mental image to come. When it did, her blood ran cold. She saw her intimate night with the king. "Oh..." Danika muttered guiltily. She doesn't know what to say about that. Once a princess herself, she can understand the disrespect Kamara feels. Not to mention the anger and even hurt. Kamara let out a deep breath. "I'm not angry at you. I'm not even hurt, or I would have done something about it these past few weeks." "You aren't?" Danika asked, uncertain and bewildered. "No, I'm not. Sadly, what I saw made it easier for me to understand a lot of things. I made peace with it." "I don't understand."

 1442 word(s)Published163 Kamara reached her door, Danika standing beside her. She turns and faced Danika. "I will be going back to my father's kingdom on the morning of the morrow. I will miss seeing you, Danika." "I will miss seeing you too, Kamara." Danika shifted on her feet, already tired from standing for too long. "I wish you the best with your Callan." "I wish myself luck too. I still have a few weeks with him before the next step to my marriage, when King Lucien will come to ask for my hand." Kamara's lips curved sadly, "I wish a miracle will happen and I'll be with Callan instead of King Lucien. But then again, wishes has never been horses." "Yes, it has never been." Danika echoed, remembering her current situation. She shook her head. "I remember when I was a princess too..." "You should never forget something like that

 911 word(s)Published165 Danika reached the King's Quarters and knocked on the door. She waited patiently. "Come in." Came the deep voice of the king. She hasn't heard his voice since the day before, it coursed a shiver down her spine. It made her heart to flutter too. She has it bad for him. It isn't something she doesn't already know, but the knowledgeable never seizes to hurt her. Love is not supposed to soothe and hurt at the same time, but hers does. She opened the door quietly and let herself into his Chambers. He was rolling a well-written scroll up, and dropping his inked pen on the desk. He raised his head and looked at her. "I brought your food, My King." She inclined her head. He gestured his head towards the table without saying a word. She nodded and walked to the small eating

 1266 word(s)Published167 Danika noticed that the king was troubled. It shows on his face as their meal progressed. "What troubles you, my King?" Danika asked, her eyebrows creased with worry. King Lucien isn't used to sharing his problems. He said nothing. She noticed his defensive hesitation and didn't press. He has let her in long enough for her to know him for who he is. A man who's more used to keeping to himself than talking to people. But, she already has his trust. He has already let her in. He will tell her when he's ready, and not before. After the meal, she got up and began clearing the plates. She got to his side and packed up his plates. She was about to carry it up when his arm suddenly wrapped around her midriff. "Don't. Don't turn around." He ordered, stopping her impulsive movement.&nb