The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 80

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After they all left, Danika was left alone with the king. Her hand faltered.

She stared at him, really allowed herself to stare at him.

His eyes were closed, his face relaxed in unconsciousness. His scars drew her attention, she looked at the long line that ran down a cheek, giving him a savage look.

Why did her father's sins have to haunt her? Even after he is dead? Why does this have to happen?

The water is no longer as cold, she observed. Getting up from the bed, she took the water to the bathroom where she poured it away and got a new cold water.

She came back and resumed her seat. She dipped the wet rag inside and continued bathing his face and neck.

Afterwards, she checked his temperature and felt better when his face wasn't as hot as before. But when her hand touched his arm, it was burning hot.

She bit her lips in indecision.

For this to work, she'll have to bathe all part of him with cold water. That, is impossible. Unthinkable.

The king will have her head for that.

I'll bath his chest and belly first, she thought. It's better than undressing him completely. He's still have her head if he wants out, but then again, maybe it's high time.

Her wrongs against him only keeps compounding, things to get punished for. What is one more wrong compared to the others?

She left the wet rag dipped inside water and raised trembling hands to the fastening of his shirt. She picked and pulled at them until they came undone.

He had three more royal clothings inside, and she took her time undressing him until her hand finally touched the rough parches of his skin.

Slowly, she pulled all the clothing's apart until she was staring at his naked chest and belly.

"Oh Creator.....!" The horrified gasped escaped her throat before she could hold it in.

Scars after scars crisscrossed his body. She recognized a whiplash and the mark of a knife.

Oh, heavens this is too much! Too much!

She lowered her head and wept silently, tears escaping her eyes. No wonder he is so sensitive about it.

"Why did you have to be a monster, father...? I looked up to you while I was growing up without a mother...? Why did you have to be this way....? What did he and his people ever do to you that you had to treat him like an animal....!?" She sobbed softly into her hands doing her best to control it so she wouldn't wake him.

She didn't know how long she cried there but when she raised her eyes towards the window, the blackness of the night shows that it's a long time.

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and resumed bathing him. A fierce feeling to protect him filled her system.