The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 110

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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 anymore.

"You weren't sleeping?" King Lucien's voice was deep, his eyes searching.

"I slept, My King." She'll keep calling him that for the night until he demands otherwise. "I just woke up earlier and I couldn't go back to sleep."

He walked past her then and began walking. Slow, steady steps and with his hands behind his back.

Danika was torn, if she should follow him or not. She wondered what had him so stiff and so restless that he had to leave his bedroom and cold out to the cold night?

"Are you coming?" He swiveled his head towards her without turning.

She nodded once and began walking towards him. She walked unhurriedly, her steps matching his. She fell only a step behind him.

It was a beautiful moonlight and cold night. She followed his stride, "Couldn't you sleep, my King?"

He kept silent for a full minute.

"I haven't been able to sleep in a while." He glared at her like it's her fault.

"I'm sorry, my king."

His throat worked. He faced forward again, "It's not your fault." He sighed at last. "Tonight, I had a nightmare."

She guessed as much. The king is a man with a horrible past, it's only fitting to think that it's nightmares of the past that kept him awake.

Nightmares her father created.

"I'm sorry." The whispered words came easily again, slipping from her mouth just as water slips through hand.