The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 72

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As Danika took Remeta and Sally put of the palace, the people resumed looking at them in that strange uncomprehending way.

Sally skidded her way in front of them, smiling happily and greeting everyone. They returned her greeting with the same enthusiastic.

Danika was holding Remeta's hand, the girl pressed close to her, so afraid of the crowd of people they passed.

After staying indoors for so long, she isn't used to them at all, especially they way they look at her.

They just cut through another route when a small child suddenly ran headfirst into Danika.

The child pulled back and looked up at Danika. He looks like a five-year old and he was dirty from hair to toe, from playing too much.

From his tattered clothes, Danika knows that she's the child of a lowborn. She stared at the spot where the child bumped into her and he saw the dirt on her white gown.

"I'm so sorry...! So sorry...!" The boy bowed repeatedly, obviously scared that he'll be punished.

She recognized the mother of the child as a woman suddenly started running close to them. She snatched her child and pulled the baby protectively behind her back.

The woman knows who Danika is and she also knows that even though, she's now a slave, she's still a King's Slave. She can easily get the king to punish her baby.

"Don't hurt my son, please. He didn't see you or he'll never run into you....!" The woman started pleadingly, even as she gazed at Danika loathingly.

Although she's now a slave, she still stood proudly like a princess. Her shoulders high, her nose in the air. Her stance screamed Royalty in capital letters, the woman thought miserably.

Also, she's the late King Cone's daughter and she will never have mercy. Just the thought of it, almost made the woman want to tear up and start crying.

She was most surprised when Danika touched her shoulder soothingly. "It's alright, ma'am. There is no harm done."

She even added a little smile on her face before she walked past the woman and started down the road in her usual elegant steps.

The woman's mouth was hanging open with disbelief. She and almost thirty other women.

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When King Lucien stirred, the sun has left the sky and it's late evening. How did he fall asleep?

And he had fallen asleep, he thought as he rose from the bed. Memories swarmed him as he sat up and stared around the empty room.

He'd slept on Danika's embrace. Again. Where is she?

He got up from the bed wondering how he had been able to sleep for as long as he did. He took a step forward and noticed that his leg no longer hurts.

Shit! She gave it another try. "I can suck you with my mouth. You will enjoy it, you know you always do...."she whispered seductively.

His brows knit together...as if he was remembering something. Then, he shook his head. "Not tonight, Vetta."

Knowing that more persuasion wouldn't work well for her, she nodded, doing her best to hide her disappointment. She finished working his button and stepped back.

He walked past her to his desk and got behind it. His face was the usual unreadable cold mask, like it was carved out of granite.

But there was a relaxation to him that wasn't there before, Vetta thought. Her brows knotted in thought. Could it be because of the sleep he got?

Now that she thinks of it, she hasn't been able to make him sleep....unlike that godforsaken slave.

Maybe, she could visit a healer for the best herbs for sleep.

She cleared her throat, not knowing how to go about asking him the question that has been disturbing her since. "My King...."

He pulled out a unused feather and opened a new bottle of king. "What is it?"

She shifted uncomfortably at her feet. "I saw the guards m-moving King Cone's daughter's belongings into the former room of Princess Melia...." she trailed off.

He dug the feather into the ink and withdrew it. He started scribbling down on the scroll in front of him. The silence was deafening.

Vetta was becoming more agitated as time dragged by.

Finally, he raised his head and stared at her, "I don't hear a question there, Vetta."