The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 25

When she was done, Lucien withdrew the cup and tried to get up but she clunged to him, her dazed eyes staring at his. "So cold..."

"You're cold?" He asked with a furrowed brow, knowing that the room is not cold at all.

"Your...eyes....they're so cold..." She whispered.

Lucien said nothing, knowing that the woman isn't herself. She was heavily induced on pills and potions, and they have side effects.

He knows that she won't remember any of these in the morning. And so, he just stared at her.

It's the first time he allowed himself to stare at her so upclose. The first time he allowed himself to really look at her.

To see Danika....not Cone's Daughter.

She's beautiful. The knowledge went to his cold heart and whispered on it. Beautiful and so pure-looking.

Like a woman who never saw the rough side of their world. Like a princess.

She has a bow mouth, sharp pointed nose that took in sharp breaths, and deep blue eyes that stared up at him in a daze. Her beauty rivaled many.

For the first time, his raging demons saw her as Danika, not Cone's daughter. He saw her as princess Danika, instead of Slave Danika.

It is a bad idea looking upon her like that. But this is midnight. And she's not herself.

And he's not himself too.

"Why....do....you..have eyes so...cold?" She whispered, blinking sleepily.

He didn't say anything for so long, just letting his eyes take in her features. And then, "They have seen more than any human should ever see."

She took shallow breaths, her eyes dilated. "Can they....ever be...warm again?"

"No."

"Why...?"

"They've been cold for so long." he looked away, "They've forgotten what it's like to be warm."

"That's....very....sad...." She raised a trembling hand and ran it down the scar, her hand tracing it.

"Where does....it end? The scar...?" She asked, seeing the way the line went past his neck and disappeared into his robe.

"It goes far." He said simply.

"They...must...have...hurt...."

"They did."

"Do they...still...hurt?"

"Sometimes."

She took a ragged breath. "When....she...tortured me...she....said she...wants to roast...my p-privates. Said...after all, my f-father did it...to the king. Is it true?" She whispered drowsily.