The Alpha King's Hated Slave

"Kneel," the Alpha King says. 🔥 You've never knelt for anyone. Not once in twenty-two years of being a princess. His fingers find the chain at your collar and pull — just enough to remind you what you are now. Your knees hit the floor. Your eyes burn with tears you won't let fall. "Do you take pleasure in being punished?" he asks softly. "No," you whisper. "Then remember this feeling." He crouches to your level, and for one strange second his voice sounds like a warning instead of a threat. "Because next time you make me repeat myself... I won't be this gentle." 😱 The Alpha King's Hated Slave CHAPTER: 1 Danika stood by the tall window of the tower and stared at the kingdom stretching far below. From this height, the city looked peaceful, almost beautiful, as if nothing terrible had happened here at all. A week ago she had been Princess Danika, daughter of King Cone of Mombana. People lowered their heads when she walked past them. Nobles feared offending her, servants rushed to fulfill her every command, and no one dared meet her gaze unless invited to do so. Her father had made sure of that. His name alone was enough to silence entire rooms. Now he was dead. His kingdom had fallen. And she was a prisoner. The tower itself was far too comfortable for a prison. The room contained a large bed covered in expensive blankets, a fireplace, shelves filled with books, and windows that offered breathtaking views of the surrounding lands. Someone who didn't know better might have mistaken it for a noblewoman's chambers. Danika knew better. No amount of luxury could change the simple truth that she wasn't allowed to leave. Her fingers rose to the silver collar resting against her throat. The metal gleamed softly in the afternoon sunlight, its surface decorated with intricate patterns and small gemstones that made it look more like a piece of jewelry than a slave collar. She hated it all the same. Every time she caught sight of it in a mirror or felt its weight against her skin, she was reminded of exactly what it represented. King Lucien had placed it around her neck himself. She remembered that moment with painful clarity. The cold metal. His large hand fastening the clasp. His eyes, darker and colder than any she had ever seen before. "My slave." The words still echoed in her mind. A shiver ran through her body despite the warmth of the room. Danika had seen hatred before. Her father's court had been filled with it. Rival nobles hated one another. Enemies hated her father. Slaves hated their masters. What lived inside King Lucien was something else entirely. It was years of rage and grief. And unfortunately for her, she understood exactly why. The sound of footsteps and chains rattling drew Danika's attention towards the door of the tower. The door opened and a bodyguard entered. He carried a tray of food and Danika's stomach rumbled. "Here's your food, Priiiincess." They stretched the syllable in disgust. Everyone here hates her, Danika knows that much. She raised her chin defiantly, saying nothing. "The king will be here in a few hours. Be ready to receive him." He announced before walking away. Danika waited until the guard disappeared before approaching the tray. Her stomach had been growling for what felt like hours, but she refused to throw herself at the food like some desperate animal. Whatever else had been taken from her, she still had her pride. Two hours later, the sun had almost disappeared beyond the horizon. Danika was standing by the window when she heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching from beyond the door. Her heart immediately tightened in her chest. She knew those footsteps. Then the door slowly swung open and the king entered her room. She raised her eyes and stared at him with her own hatred for him in her eyes. He's so big as a warrior but he has the bearing of a king. Danika knows he's thirty-five years old...and larger than life itself. Even when he was in slavery for her father, that regality was almost present around him. No matter how much he's beaten...how much he's tortured. He stalked closer to her, bent down, and ran his hand through her blond...almost white long hair. He grabbed it tight and yanked hard, forcing her head back and forcing her to stare into the ocean that is his eyes. Pain seared her. "When I come in here, you'll address me. You don't just sit down like a coward staring at me or I'll punish you for it." His eyes flashed red, "I would love nothing more than to punish you." Danika found herself nodding. Yes, she hated this man, her captor, but she really has a deep aversion to pain. She doesn't like pain at all and she would do anything to avoid it....if she can. "Yes....my king." She groaned. Disgust flashed in his eyes. His hand lowered and rested on her barely-covered breast. He circled her nipple through her clothing and then, he pinched her so hard Danika cried out as a thick wave of pain reverberated through her. He still held the nub tight as he looked her in the eyes. "I am not your king and I will never be your king. I am a king to my people and you're not my people. You're my slave, Danika. My property." Danika nodded quickly, wishing he'd let go of her hurting n'pple. Instead, he twisted her nipple harder than her eyes watered. "You will address me as your master, and you will serve me. Just like my servants...only more." His lips curved into a savage smile filled with so much hatred. "Surely, you know how a slave serves her master. After all, your father taught you well?" "Yes! Yes!" She cried curling her hands into fists, "Please, just let go....!" He pinched her....hard. "Yes....what?" "Yes...M-Master." Angry tears overflowed her eyes. Danika hated that word more than anything because she knows how demeaning it is. He let go almost immediately and backed away from her. His face was devoid of any emotion. Standing up, he ripped her flimsy top to shreds, exposing her naked breasts to his cold unfeeling eyes. His eyes didn't change as he took in her body. No flash of lust. Nothing. "Guards!" He called, and he didn't have to raise his voice. Two guards appeared. "Yes, your highness." His cold eyes didn't leave her. "Tell the servants to bathe my slave once I'm done here, get her clean and have her in my chambers in three hours." "Yes, Your Highness." The guards were reluctant to leave because they were staring at her state of undress. Danika focused on the King, with anger and hate in her teary eyes. Defiance in her stance. He released her breast finally. "I will hurt you so much, you will live and crave pain. I will do to you everything you and your father did to me and my people, and I will do more. I will share you with as many as I want, and I will train you to be the most obedient of dogs." alphanovel.io