The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 235

“Please, L-Lucien. Let me in… Instead of pushing me away, why not let me in. Is it because of the Mistress’s condition? Do you want to free her? Is it something I did wrong?” She pleaded.

He pulled away from her. “Leave me alone.” He ordered coldly.

A sentence has never hurt before, than these three cold words the King said to her. Danika let her hand drop helplessly.

“Okay. I will leave you alone.” She capitulated in a soft, but sorrowful voice. What is wrong with him?

She turned to leave…

He whirled around and faced her.

She stopped suddenly, seeing the intense look in his eyes. Lethal, cold, hard and sorrowful all at once. Like a wounded feral wolf.

She took a step back. It was terrifying. She took another step back.

His eyes narrowed at her retreating movements. Her breathing picked up.

Then, he lunged for her.

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Donna wore her sexiest nightcloth, the red chemise she knows King Valendy loves so much. Lying on the bed like a seductress, she waited for him to join her.

Her eyes trailed him as the maids changed him to his nightclothes before he ordered them out. They bowed and disappeared from the bedroom.

Should she tell the King first, about Kamara’s animalistic treatment to hers? Or about making her a Head Concubine?

The bed dipped, taking her attention. The King laid beside her. He needn’t say any word, instead, his eyes made the commands for him.

She rose above him and undressed. As she pleasured him in her exquisite expertise, he seemed to enjoy himself as always…but tonight, the King seems oddly detached.

Long minutes later, they were breathing hard, her chest heaving from the aftermaths of her satisfaction as she lowered herself beside him again.

“I have pleased you, my lord?” She twined her fingers in his fair hair, her own body languid from the pleasure he had given her.

“Of course, Donna,” he said, annoyed that she disturbed the silence he waited.

There was a flash of anger in her doe-brown eyes. She knew full well she had pleased him but a short time before, and it galled her now to see him again remote and withdrawn.

But from her long experience with him, she knows that reproaches would gain her nothing. She let her face soften into an inviting expression and lowered herself onto his chest, pressing her breasts against him.

She slid her arms around his neck and gently tugged until he turned his face to hers. “I know Kamara disappointed you so greatly that you regret having a daughter like her.”

He remained silent, gazing right past her.

“What she did hurt me too, for it’s something I never expected from her. You know I will always look out for you. I will keep looking out for you in the future, My Lord.” She drawled pliantly.

“This is so unlike my daughter. The Kamara I know so well has always used her head. I do not understand how she can fall for this peasant.”

Oh, she knows the best way to get back to Kamara for insulting her and beating her up. “What if he’s using a charm on her? Or maybe it’s an act of rebel from herself? I think you should kill the peasant, My King.”

“To kill him?” He considered that thoughtfully, “It is not a decision I make lightly. I can torture him, but killing him… That is extreme.” He shook his head once, “I do not want to loose my daughter to this madness, Donna.”

“What about marrying her off? Shouldn’t the King already come calling by now?”

“That is what I do not understand.” His brows furrowed, “I have always known Conald’s son to be a man of his word.”

“Do you think he has rejected the marriage?”

He reared back at the abominable idea. “After my daughter spent months of Courting Week with him? Spending time with him unchaperoned and sharing his bed? Her innocence ruined, her virtue in shreds? Her reputation will be in ruins and it will cause a great scandal. That will mean war.”

Anger blanketed his face and he shook his head adamantly. “King Lucien might have only been King for five years but he is known across the lands to be a wise King. He will not want to go to war with me. He better not!”

He was getting too worked up and that wasn’t the way Donna wanted him to be when she requests to be made Head Concubine. So, she began rubbing his chest and stomach in what she hoped was a soothing gesture, even as she gritted her teeth impatiently.

Several minutes passed before she cleared her throat. “My Lord?”

“What is it?”

“I have proven myself to you over and over again. What do you t-think about making me the Head Concubine…? You will not regret it—”

“I need rest and I will have a busy day tomorrow for I plan to pay that peasant boy a visit…amidst other things. As you can see, I am NOT in the mood for this. So, stop daydreaming and get out, Donna.” His voice was curt.

“But, My King…!” She protested loudly.

He glared at her. “To. Your. Room.”

Donna hissed inaudibly, got up from the bed and stormed out of the room.