The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 81

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"Oh..!" She gasped as he pressed her deeper to the bed, knocking the breath right out of her body.

For a full moment, she remained still under him. My Danika?

Oh, when did she start dreaming this way? When did she start hearing words that were never said?

Because she's very sure that the king can never make such statement she heard. It's her mind playing jokes on her.

She reveled in the feeling of the full weight of him on top of her and even though, he is so heavy he's suffocating her...it doesn't matter.

Unbiddenly, her mind went back to that very night he took sexual pleasures from her body in this very position. Her body went hot all over at the memory.

And she was also suffocating. She used all her strength and managed to push the unconscious king away from her body. She got up, breathing like a person who ran miles.

Minutes later, she was back in her seat in front of him, staring at him as he slept peacefully.

My Danika....

The word whispered into her head again.

Aaaah, but what a good hallucination that would have been if it was true... If it wasn't a figment of her mind.

She was determined to watch over him until morning. She stayed that way for so very long, until her eyes became heavy....

She fell asleep with her head resting on his chest.

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He swiveled his head to find Danika sleeping soundly with her head on his chest. He watched the rise and fall of breathing for a few seconds.

He stared at he'd head on his body and watched the rise and fall of her breathing as she slept peacefully.

The events of the day before filled his head. He remembered vividly when the arrow struck his chest. And her scream of pain.

Now, he just watched her. He didn't know how long passed.

Distinctively, he remembered the soft sound of weepings and words he'd heard while he was unconscious... He could still remember hearing her voice but he couldn't remember the words she spoke.

But whatever they were, they were soothing. And they calmed the beasts raging in his subconscious to devour him at that state.

She'd put her arms around him, hugging him tight while she whispered those words as his mind trapped him on that very day they killed Declan.

Now, she's sleeping tiredly beside him. He allowed himself to watch her bashfully. She is so beautiful...so angelic...even in sleep. He wasn't supposed to notice this, but he did.

It still marveled him that Cone could father this woman. This woman that spent the night alone in his bedroom when he was down and at her mercy, and didn't harm him----

She stirred and her eyes opened. Their eyes met. Her mind was sluggish to work and so they stared at each other in the eyes for a few seconds.

Then, her eyes widened and she sprang her head up from the bed. "Master... You're awake...!"

"I am. Why? You want me dead?" He groaned, but the usual hate and coldness was absent in his eyes.

"No." She shook her head adamantly, "No, master... I don't want you dead."

He said nothing. Instead, his eyes watched her with that unreadable expression that has become a second cloak to him.

Finally, he averted his eyes. "Who left me in your care?"