The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 2

Danika was finally taken away from her cage immediately after the King's visit. She saw places again that isn't her cold barren cage and it made her feel better.

But her heart still beat faster whenever she remembered the reason she was taken out of her cell for the first time in one week.-

She was put in a bath and the maids bathed her, just like the King instructed. Funny, that maids will bathe a slave.

But then again, it's not surprising if the slave's destination is the King's bed.

She was bathed. Three maids attended to her. One of them, the oldest named Baski was the one in charge.

They loosened her hair and combed out the tangles, leaving the hair in a long, curly mess afterwards. The clothes they had her put on, made Danika cringe.

It was barely a clothing, she might as well be naked. Red leather skirt that barely left her lips and red leather top that only covered her nipples, stopping just above her belly.

Then, they wore her a long robe that covered the clothlessness. They sprayed fragrance at her too.

"All done." Baski announced.

Danika stared at herself in the mirror, and for a while she saw herself like she used to be. Princess Danika.

"You can go over to the King's chambers now. It's not advisable to keep him waiting." Baski stated curly.

Danika said nothing. She desperately wanted to ask these people how 'her people' is. She hasn't seen any of her people since she was brought her.

Are they slaves too? Have they been sold out as sex slaves? Where they shared amongst the privileged rich families of Salem?

After all, that was exactly what her father did to the people of Salem. She was worried but she knew she had no right to be.

She has more pressing things to worry about. Like the fact that the King of Salem who hates her with every fiber of his being, is about to sleep with her.

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She stood at the front of his chambers. She stared at the door hesitantly and knocked.

"Come in." Came the curt reply. His deep voice reverberated through her.

She opened the door and walked in. The light illuminated the room, the chambers was bathed in gold. It was the most beautiful sight, but the situation wasn't exactly favoring Danika's sense of exploration and appreciation.

She could only stare at the big man who occupied one side of the room. At thirty-man years old, she has never seen a man who larger than life than King Lucien.

Watching him as he stuck a feather into the ink on the table, withdrew his feather and continued scribbling down on the scroll before him, it's hard to believe that this man has ever been a slave.

But he has been. For ten whole years he endured unspeakable tortures in the hands of her father. Now, he's paying it back.

He raised his head finally and stared at Danika. He kept the feather and did an open looking at her.

He stared all over her, his eyes crawling through her skin like hands, Danika shivered. His eyes, his face never changed after his inspection.

Pure contempt filled his features. Danika wondered if this man would ever know what it is to smile.

Slowly, he pushed his chair back, still staring at her. "Remove the robe." He commanded.

Danika hesitated.