The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 63

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Danika's eyes was closed when she felt the lips that perched on her forehead. Her eyes snapped open and she watched, wide-eyed as King Lucien kissed her on the forehead.

The touch of his lips lingered. She closed her eyes and savored the feeling. He's kissing her forehead. The king is putting his lips on her.

She could hardly believe it. Of all the reactions she expected from him, this was never expected. He's putting his mouth on her.

Truly, it was worth it.

He pulled back finally, and stared her in the eyes. "Good job." He said at last.

She glowed over the compliment and bowed her head, "Thank you, master." Her voice came out a little hoarse and scratchy because of way she just pleasured him.

When he leaned back on his seat, she pulled away from him. That is when she started taking note of her environment again.

"Wow. I must say that you got yourself a very good slave. She did a good job." King Pesih said then, from across the room.

King Lucien said nothing even though he heard the king talk. He was deep in thought.

She'd seen his scars. When he looked her in the eyes, he couldn't see repulsion or mockery. He saw genuine pain for him. She'd stared up at him and he saw the pain in her eyes.

Then, she'd pleasured him. It is something he never expected. She'd pleasured him, and she'd gone extra miles to prove to him that she doesn't find him the least bit repulsive because of his scars.

King Lucien watched her as the entertainment continued. Then, she'd placed her head on his knee.

He let her.

He didn't jerk at the contact because her hands feels different on his skin. And he didn't try to order her away. Knowing fully well that that very part of him will start hurting if it carries impact for too long.

Instead, his eyes was on her head, and a scowl was coming back to settle on his face again. Who is this woman?

She'd made him sleep. That, he does not understand but it had happened twice. Now, he saw another part of her he never wanted to see. A part of her that wasn't repulsed by him. A part that feels pain of others.

Is it all pretense?

Because King Lucien is finding it hard to believe how a monster like Cone can father the woman she keeps showing him that she is. The absurdity of it is too much. Too unbelievable.

And yet...

He closed his eyes and shut his mind to the thoughts. Anger filled him at the thought of her father. Rage replaced anger and it burned hard.

He made a mistake by shutting his eyes. With his eyes closed, he opened more doors for the demons of the past to haunt him.

The sheer bliss he'd gotten from her dulling under the onslaught of the overwhelming flashes of his memories of his scars. The bad horrible memories of it all. The sound of Cone's maniacal laughter as he howled and writhed.

His hands tightened at the edge of his seat, as he squeezed his eyes tighter to pull himself from the abyss of that misery.