Все главы The Alpha King's Hated Slave: Глава 101 - Глава 110

  975 word(s) Published 100   Chad laid with Sally on the bed. She rested her head on his chest while he patted her head rhythmically.   They were fully clothed. He was running his hand through her long auburn hair while she kept her eyes closed listening to the soft thuds of his heartbeat.   Sally doesn't know how much time has passed since they'd been conversing. He'd promised her that he'll no longer avoid her.   He'd ordered for his food and hers, and the guards had brought it in. They talked as they ate. She'd found out a lot about him that she never knew before.   It's the most cherished time of their lives. The moment they are spending together. Especially now.   Chad finally admitted to himself that he has feelings for Sally. Deep-rooted feelings. And so help him Creator, but he doesn't think he can keep denying them.

  972 word(s) Published 102   Four Weeks Later.   Sally came out to the backyard to see her princess washing her clothes. Sally would have rushed to take the clothes from her before, but today, she didn't.   Her princess needed the distraction. She needed the activity to get her mind off painful things.   Her princess turned then and saw her. She smiled at her, "Sally..."   Sally forced herself to beam at her. "My princess. Do you need my help?" she offered anyway.   Danika shook her head, "No.... I'm fine."   Sally bit her lips. It hurts, just having to come say this to her princess.   Danika saw the pain and indecision in Sally's eyes. She dropped the piece of clothing back to the small river. She turned to Sally, "What is it?"   "Princess Kamara w-will be arriving t

  1046 word(s) Published 104   Henna stared at her princess in the carriage. Princess Kamara has her professional 'princess look' on her face.   Haughty lift of her chin. A blank unsmiling face. Eyes straight ahead. Mouth snapped together. A typical princess look.   But one thing about a personal maid's relationship with her princess is that the personal maid already knows her princess really well. Having been with her for so many years.   "Everything will be alright, my princess." Henna tried to say in consolation.   "Stay away from me, Henna." Princess Kamara snapped.   Henna watched the way her princess's hands tightened really well on the beautiful silk and lace corset she was wearing.   Her hands have been balled into fists since their carriage entered the kingdom of Salem. It had only remained tightened

  1003 word(s) Published 110   When King Lucien pulled Danika into a hug, blanketing her into his strong arm, everything suddenly felt right in the world when she got over her shock from the gesture.   She allowed her wet eyes to slid close and she wrapped her arms around him. It's been four weeks she'd been in his arms. Four excruciating week of pain and misery.   She closed her eyes and tightened her arms around him. It doesn't matter if this moment is fleeting... If he regains back his senses and pushes her away...   What matters is the moment. This stolen moment between them.   Since her status reduced and she became a slave, Danika learnt to always live in the moment because good moments are hard to come by when you're a slave.   Finally, he pulled back. She looked up at his deep blue eyes and it isn't looking so troubled any

  1157 word(s) Published 107   Danika can only watch what was happening. She was too stunned. Too shocked.   After Vetta stormed off, Kamara turned her attention to her. She stretched out her hand.   Danika placed her hand into hers, and she helped her up from the ground.   "Thank you so much for your help, Princess Kamara. I appreciate." Danika said sincerely. She never expected this at all.   Kamara waved her off. "Oh, stop with the 'Princess Kamara', not from your mouth too. I get sick and tired of hearing it sometimes."   "Oh..." She doesn't know what to say to that.   "You can call me Kamara, and I will call you Danika."   "But that's not proper. I'm n-no longer a princess, I'm now a slave." Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.   "The clothes don't matter. What ma