The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 45

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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 last night floated through his mind.

He stared at Danika. She sleeps soundly beside him, oblivious of the every other thing. He eyes lowered to her naked body.

At the privacy of his own mind, and even with a little bit of anger at himself for noticing, he admitted to himself that she has the most beautiful body he'd ever seen. He'd seen a lot.

Red marks that weren't there last night, marred the beautiful skin in several places. It reminded him of the way he'd had her.

A crease of frown knitted his eyebrow. He'd released twice.

That was a first for him....since Cone destroyed his body. He had remained hard even after released the first time, and he'd taken her again.

When the knock came again at the door, a much more glaring realization stuck him like a bucket of cold water.

He stared at the windows. His eyes found the hourglass at his desk, it's almost in half. Followed by the old wall clock hanging behind his desk. It's midday.

He'd slept until midday. No nightmares. No sudden awakening with a 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, his brow remained knitted together in a frown. He stared at Danika again, her breathing laboured, but she hasn't stirred.

The knock came again.

He got up from the bed and through 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 her face, and she suddenly felt faint.

That bitch had slept here! That bitch SHARED HIS BED AND ALSO SLEPT HERE!!!

Vetta's eyes darkened, her breath turned erratic. She fisted her hands to her side as she glared at a waking Danika.

She stared at the King who seem to be getting ready to run a bath for himself. That's king Lucien...sometimes, he has no need for calling the servants.

She stared at his back and wondered how the hell this is possible!? This is just not possible! How is this possible!?

"What is it, Vetta?" He asked when the silence stretched. He stopped sorting through his wardrobe and stared at her.