The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 70

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As the king slept in her arms, Danika stood there, still patting his head. She wouldn't mind standing there for hours if it'll make him sleep well. He is a man that never sleeps.

Time dragged by, his laboured breaths filled the air. His arms around her loosened, but never fell away.

His hair was so soft, she just wanted to keep running her hands on it. She didn't know she started humming until a new soft sound joined his breathing in the air.

She wished there was a way to erase the past fifteen years of his life. Of all their lives. But then again, wishes has never been horses, or beggars would have rode it too.

Suddenly, the door burst open and Mistress Vetta walked into the King's Chambers. She stopped suddenly at the sight in front of her, her lips gapping apart in shock.

Danika lowered her head in a bow of greeting, bit she didn't stop patting the King's hair or humming to him.

Vetta couldn't believe the sight in front of her. The king has his arm wrapped loosely around Danika while she patted his head and hummed a song to him.

He is sleeping. The king is sleeping...even in a sitting position.

The scene was hurting Vetta's eyes too much, her mind was overridden with so much anger and rage, she almost doubled over. The jealousy she was feeling was too much.

"What do you think you're doing?" She did her best to keep her whispered voice neutral...even as her insides were burning.

"The king is sleeping, Mistress. I am patting his head and singing to him to have a better sleep."

Vetta knows that she should be happy that the king is finally able to rest his head in sleep, but the happiness was nowhere to be seen. Other feelings overrode it too much.

She glared at the woman in slave uniforms but has the bearing of a princess. Even in a standing position that must obviously be uncomfortable if she has stood for so long, the woman managed to look so elegant as she patted the King's hair like a pianist would play with keynotes.

Vetta wanted her out. Out of the King's life. Out of the palace. Out of Salem.

"He is sleeping already. Gently lay him out on the bed and get out!" Vetta hissed, her shoulders shaking with barely-controlled rage.

Danika saw the way the mistress was practically boiling over even as she was doing her best to hide it. She decided that it'll be good not to protest.

"Yes Mistress." She muttered.

Gently, she moved forward until the King's head touched the bed. He laid down on it and she helped raise his legs to lie down too.

All done, she stepped back. But her arm was suddenly grabbed by the mistress. She hauled her out of the bedroom until they walked out of the King's Chambers.

"What do you think you're doing!?" Vetta snarled at her.

Danika's heart was beating out of her chest, but outside, she looked cool and calm at the mistress. "I did nothing, mistress. I was only following the king's orders."

Vetta grabbed hold of her hair and yanked so hard on it, she pulled several strands from the root as she drew Danika's face closer to hers.