The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 233

“I am giving her back her rightful place, Baski. Being a free person does not cut it for a Royalty.” He stated matter-of-factly, “I will make her a Queen.”

A Queen…?

Baski’s mouth was ready to shriek in sheer happiness, but her heart became heavy. “No, My King… She can’t ascend the Mombana’s throne! Not now!”

“She can. It is required of her.”

“Have you forgotten her condition, My King? She can’t. Not in this condition when she is most vulnerable!”

Silence.

Then, “In my life I have known several strong women. But Danika and Vetta will remain the strongest women I have ever met.”

“That is without doubt, Your Majesty.” She conceded with a calming smile.

“She will be fine, Baski. She will be more than fine. She has all qualities of a great leader. That much I know it’s true.”

That last statement… There’s something about it…

Then, it all suddenly dawned on her. All of it.

“I see what you’re doing…” She whispered, her eyes widening.

Her words were met with silence.

“You’re pushing her away. Letting her go… You’re having second thoughts that she might not be who she truly seems… You think all she needs from you is her freedom, and that is why she ‘pretends’ to love you so unconditionally.” Her mind whirled through every aspect, “You think it’s why she’s so loving… So kind… So DIFFERENT from her father. You think it’s because she’s still a slave.”

More silence was her response, but his tensed shoulders and rigid back confirmed her claims more than anything.

“No! No, Lucien!” She called his name so desperately, “That is who she is! Danika loves you so much! She loves you more you can ever imagine!”

He clinged. “Have you seen me, Baski?” He g*****d at last.

“I-I do not understand.”

“Have you seen me? All of me?” He turned then, glancing at her with an unreadable face, but eyes pinched with indescribable pain. “I am a horror to little children. There are more scars on my body than flesh. My mind is a complete dark place and I tether the very edge of insanity.”

His eyes closed. “She is all keeping me sane. Standing between me and a huge cliff of nothingness. I think about her more than anything else. More than my duties. More than my people. She has come to mean so much to me… So much, it’s frightening.”

“Then, don’t let her go! Please, My King!”

“I have no control when it comes to her. I act against my better judgement. For a man like me, it is not an easy feat. She is a slave, and yet, she managed to have an unsurmountable power over me even without trying.” A broad shoulder lifted and fell, “You will not understand, Baski.”

“Oh, Lucien.” A step forward, she took his hand into hers, “You are the most cultured and controlled man I have ever known, but there is nothing wrong with caring for a woman in a way that is uncontrollably.”

“For a man like me, there is.” He walked away from the window, striding to the other side of the room where the huge table occupied, “Do you remember what happened that day? The day I saw her lying on that hay with the Slave Trainer.”

Of course, Baski remembered. How can she ever forget that day? She also began to have an idea what he’s driving at.

“I lost it completely. Having to live the next few days with the thoughts that all she showed me was a lie…that she has been sharing her body with other men, you have no idea what that did to me.”

No, she does have an idea. She can still remember clearly.

“I made a few bad decisions. I had no care in the world…not of anybody. Not of my people.” In steady strides, he walked back to the window, “I took out the rough part on Vetta. Poor woman, she took everything I had to give. I was almost insane, Baski…all because of Danika.”

Poor man. Being so in love with a woman, and having no idea what to do about it. He thinks he can stop it. There’s no stopping a feeling as intense as the love he has for her.

Baski kept her mouth shut, knowing he wouldn’t appreciate her analysis now. Instead, she tried another way.

“You are only human, My King. Any man would have went crazy too knowing that his woman shares her body with other men.”

“But Vetta is my woman too, Baski.” his voice was so low, Baski had to strain to make out his words. “And yet, I don’t see myself being half as mad.”

Because she’s not the woman you love. She placed her hand on his arm. “There is nothing wrong with lov–caring about a woman in that way. It is most beautiful, I assure you.”

“But she isn’t just any woman, Baski. She’s King Cone’s daughter. And she is in slavery.”

“I thought we established that Danika is very different from her father.” She stated firmly.

“We do. I know that much more than you do but she’s a slave and a slave will do anything to get out of slavery…. You know this as much as I do. We were there before.”

“We were.” She conceded.

He nodded once. “A slave will do everything to get out of slavery, including pretending to love your master.” He turned away again and faced the window because he does not want he to see who’s pain, “Pretending that his mind isn’t too dark for you. That his scars isn’t too scary for you. That…”

A pause. “That… That his s****l urges isn’t too much for you.”

“But, Lucien…!”

“I want her with an intensity that is frightening, Baski. A year and two months as my slave…my property… has not dampened that want at all, but instead it only grew. I wanted her even when I hated her, but now? Now, I crave her…badly. Her present condition has not been a dampener at all.”

“Then, keep her close! She is yours!” Baski intervened vehemently.