The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 87

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Callan was working at the back of his house. Peace and serenity was the only companion he has with him, exactly the way he likes it.

The chirpings of birds in the morning. The sound of giving flowing down the hill a few miles away. The soft sweeping of wind every moments. He was deep in thoughts as he caught the linens he wants to use as new cottons for his house.

He was quickly jerked out of his thoughts when he heard a soft but firm knock on his front door. He dropped the scissors and the linen-cloth, and got up from the wooden chair.

He walked back to his house through the backyard and entered the sitting room,going straight to the door where he pulled it open.

It's a visitor he never expected after months of absence. After he heard of her impending marriage to a King.

"Good day, My Lady." He extended with a bow of his head, opening the door wilder for her to enter.

"Hi" Princess Kamara greeted. She was almost nervous, and he has never known her to be anything but sparkling.

Kamara removed the hood she used to cover herself while making this forbidden journey. Her father will be very mad at her if he finds out about this, but she just couldn't stay away any longer.

She needed to see him. Not seeing him this past few months hasn't been easy, coupled with her one month in Salem, he was all she thought about since she got back yesterday.

Her eyes took him in, the same way he watched her. He was one of the most handsome she has ever met, with those devasting blue eyes that was very expressive. Unlike King Lucien's.

Kamara admitted that she was a nervous mess. Her insides tingling just at the sight of him. Her heart raced and her cheeks was faint red.

Callan is the only man that always reduced her to this state, she would have been ashamed of herself if she hadn't found out about her deep feelings for him.

"I'm so sorry for dropping in so unannounced, I---" she paused, not knowing the way to say it, "I just needed to see you."

"It's no problem or hardship, My Lady. I-I was not expecting to see you at all..." He stuttered out, obviously fluttered by her presence.

"Oh, should I go...?" She must have caught him at a bad time. She shouldn't have—

"No, no, that's not it, My Lady." He was quick to clear her doubts. He looked behind her in search of something.

He must be looking for Henna, Kamara deducted. She has never visited him before without her personal maid. In fact, she rarely goes anywhere without her.

"At last." He groaned to himself in satisfaction, "At—fûcking—last."

Danika glanced at the man that sudden grabbed her away and locked her in the store room with him. Terror filled her because he has a knife with him.

"Let me go!" She demanded, meaning to keep most of the intoxicating fear from her voice.

"You are in no circumstances to give commands, Princess." He mocked, chuckling at her.

Danika took deep breaths and tried again, walking right past him to the door. "Please, let me go. Why would you bring me here!?"

He dragged her by the hair and yanked her right back to him, pressing the knife to her lower back again. "Don't ever do that."

Danika froze. "The king will murder you for this. You better let me go or I will report this to the king!"

That devilish laughter came again. Then, Danika felt his hand wrapped around one of her breast and he squeezed so hard.

A scream erupted her throat at the excruciating pain, his hand shot to her mouth smothering the pained sound. He didn't stop squeezing until Danika thought he'd crush her breast and her nîpple will fall off.

"Stop! Please!" Her pleas were muffled through his hand, she writhed against him, trashing so hard in an effort to pull free.