The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 52

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King Lucien was trying to scribble down some new development in the lower market to take to the Royal Accountant on the morrow

The sun has gone down for a while, and everywhere was relatively quiet for the night. But sleep eluded the king Lucien as usual.

For the past one week, he hasn't been able to sleep so well like he did on that first night with Danika. What was it about her?

He'd asked himself countless times in the last one week.

Having tasted what a good sleep feels like, King Lucien finds himself wanting more and more of that peaceful dreamless state, but at the same time he's done his best to make sure he doesn't summon Danika for that.

How can the daughter of the man that took away his sleep, become the reason for his peaceful slumber after fifteen years?

The deities will never play such a cruel joke on him. The joke is too expensive. Too cruel.

He'd summoned Vetta and took sexual pleasures from her body, and even allowed her to spend the night in his bed. He never slept.

While Vetta slept with the satisfaction of a stallion who lives in a beautiful stable, he'd been awake like the birds of night, staring around.

Everything was different; the pleasurable feeling he got from his mistress's body. The feel of her besides him on the bed. The feel of any part of her body touching his in sleep. Everything felt different.

In the end, he'd left the bed and written his scrolls until morning.

Vetta has tried to get on that bed from that day onwards but he was adamant when he refuses. He'd summoned her two more times in the last week to take her on the table and sent her away.

Last night, Chad's sexmonia had taken over him again. He'd woken him up from a nightmare while pleasuring his body in the middle of the night.

As usual he'd woken, taken his personal guard to the bathroom and poured a bucketload of cold water on him. Chad had woken into clear eyes and the horror on his face was heartbreaking.

He'd panicked, but the king had calmed him down. They're still looking for a cure for him. The medicine man isn't having much luck on finding one. But, they will keep trying.

Lucien is never letting Chad go. No matter how bad his sexmonia gets, he will never let him go.

Chad has been through hell, and the king is determined to help him get better in anyway he can. He'd given more funds to the medicine man to keep searching far and wide for a cure.

Tonight, his head was pounding. After a long day in court, he was exhausted. Baski had made him portions as usual, but they only lessened the headache.

The restlessness and sleeplessness is there like a marrow in his damaged bones.

"Chad." He called out at last, dropping the inked feather to his desk.

The door opened and Chad entered. He bowed his head, "My King."

Silence was all that met his response. A silence that stretched, but one Chad is already used to.

He stood patiently while the king sorted through his own head. Chad watched him as he leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes.

"Tell Danika that I summon her." He groaned at last.

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