The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 97

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That night, King Lucien's sleep was disturbed much more than it has always been.

For some painful incomprehensible reasons, nightmares about what happened to Declan plagued his unconsciousness. His waking moments are no better.

An hour after midnight, he was wide awake with a hurting heart and a head filled with painful memories of his cousin who died in the most horrible way right in front of him.

In the dark of the night, he clenched his hands into fists, wishing the pain will stop. If only Danika was here...

Danika. His heart unclenched a bit at the thought of her. How is she? How is his child?

Getting up from the bed, he entered the bathroom, turned on the cold water overhead, and let it wash over him.

Not for the first time, he regretted giving his word to help the Princess and her lover. If not that he is a man of his word, he will already be in Mombana to await the birth of his child.

On the morrow. No, it is the early hours of the morning already.

After today, he will make hasty plans to be in Mombana as fast as he can.

But first, the pain from the memories of his dead brother will have to leave him first.

After all these years, it does not hurt less.

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It is a rocky ride. The carriage keeps bumping into road obstacles, shaking the prisoner in all directions at the same time.

"Sorry, bud." The prison guard drawled mockingly. The others laughed.

They aren't sorry at all. In fact, they enjoyed rocking him around, it's their own way of playing jokes on him; Navia's Prisoner.

Callan pressed his lips together, folding his tied hands together in front of him and squeezing nervously.

When he found out that he was going to be moved from Navia to Salem, he does not know if he should be happy or filled with dread.

He was both. The Princess might actually trust this King so well that she was so happy when she told him that his Judge and Jury is no longer in her father's hands, but he wasn't.

With her father, he knows that he's going to get killed but with this new King, he has no idea if he'll be freed or he'll be tortured, humiliated and then, killed.

But, his Princess is happy, so he had to go with it.

Being in that godforsaken cold cell for more than four months was almost driving him to insanity. That place is a living nightmare for him... literally.

There was no single night he had a good sleep in that cold, barren, place. Every night was a reoccurrence of a part of his past that must have been so traumatizing that his place had to block it out. Hard.

His flashes got so worse in that dungeon, that he was able to figure out a few things in these past few months;

He'd been in a dungeon-like that before in his life, and a lot of his bad memories happened in that place.

He'd been raped before—the day he was killed. It was so horrible, it made his strong brother bawl and shout like a baby while he begged his abusers to stop and kill him instead.

He was able to remember his brother's name. Lucien.

He was able to remember his brother's face.