The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 105

“Of course, that’s weird. Considering that you were supposed to be the best healer in all the twelve kingdoms!” She hissed.

“Are you sure you have a womb and your man can father a child?”

The blunt question took her aback. She glared daggers at the woman.

“Yes, I have a womb, you moron, I’ve carried a child before. And my man can father a child.” Of course, the king can father a child, she has no doubt about that because it’s just not possible for a king to be unable to father a child.

So, it’s definitely because of the damned pills. She glared at the healer harder.

The old healer cannot see, but Vetta would’ve sworn that the woman knows how bad her expression is because she sighed in resignation.

The healer got up and walked to one of the beat-up shelves in the back. She came out later with a bottle of liquid.

“Here. That’s a portion for fertility. It is strong and only recommended when one of the couple has a problem that makes a child impossible.”

Vetta grumbled incoherently and took the portions from the old woman. She slipped it into her pocket, still not feeling better.

It’s courting week.

The only rule of courting week is that the king will dedicate all his personal time to his future queen. That means, no having s****l intimacies with the mistresses or the slaves.

Only the princess will graze the king’s bed during this period. Not her. And definitely, not that bitch Danika.

A happy and sad development, Vetta thought. She won’t be in the king’s bed, but Danika will not be too.

But, she doesn’t know how long the princess plans to stay and she doesn’t know how long the courting week will last.

“Argh!” She huffed in anger, dropped the bag of money for the healer on the table and matched out of the rutted house in the woods.

“Princess, my foot! Marriage, my feet!” She hissed as she marched.

Till today, it’s still hard for her to believe it. Hard for her to take it in. Marriage!?

She’d been so focused on that bitch, Danika, she forgot that there is something called ‘forming an allegiances between kings.’

Now, a new bitch will dare step foot into the palace and into the life of her Lucien to rip where she did not sow!?

Over her dead body.

Both Danika and the spoilt princess will have her to deal with! She will not spare anyone of them at all!

That is all the more reason she needs these pills to work. It has become a chore to get the king to have s****l intercourse with her lately.

Vetta doesn’t know why, but she knows that things are changing.

Is it because of his numerous duties lately? Or because he is taking a new wife? Or because of Danika?

Vetta doesn’t know anything anymore. She’ll be damned before she sits back and watch all this happen!

As for the new princess, she’d bet that she’s as spoilt and stupid as they come. She’ll be just like a wind.

It’ll be so easy to blow that particular wind back to her father’s kingdom.

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Danika woke up twice. The first time is to quickly relief her bladder that disturbing her. The second time was also to relieve her bladder.

When she woke the third time, it was late evening. She cursed herself inaudibily as she pushed herself to her feet.

“Oh, heavens! Oh, heavens! Oh, heavens!” She gasped as she sprang up with so much force, the wall closed in on her.

She froze and staggered to maintain her balance. She waited for the room to stop spinning.

When it did, she hurried out of the room. She can’t find Sally or Remeta. Being late evening, she’s sure that Princess Kamara must have arrived hours ago and she wasn’t there to welcome her.

“Oh, Danika. Why did you have to sleep for so long?” She cautioned herself as she made her way in a hurry away from the Royal Quarters.

Vetta just step in into the Palace when she saw Danika walking in a hurry, her eyes flying around as if she’s looking for someone.

But, she wasn’t looking at the direction she was walking.

Vetta took the opportunity and walked into Danika, causing the both of them to collide.

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But the women slepped her egein. This time, herder then the first time.

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“Oh, I’m sorry—” Danika began saying when she collided into someone, only to look forward and see that it’s the mistress she collided into.

“How dare you!” Vetta slapped her hard across the cheek.

The force of the blow whipped her head to the side, the burning pain spreading through her body.

She curled her hands into fist to keep from caressing her stinging cheek and giving this horrible mistress the satisfaction of seeing how hurting the blow is.

Vetta smiled inwardly. She has always wanted to do this. Always.

It’s been so long she touched Danika because of the King’s warning that she should never touch his slave if she did nothing to deserve it.

Well, now she has eventually done something to deserve it by almost running her down in the hallway. She kept smiling inwardly.

Outwardly, she glared daggers at Danika. “Did you want me to fall!? What? So, now you attack me in the hallway!?”

“I’m sorry for running into you, mistress. I did not attack you.” She spoke through gritted teeth.

Vetta has always longed for taking out her anger on someone. She took a step forward and shoved Danika away with all her strength. “You dirty bitch!”

Danika fell. She tried to break her fall but she was unable to, her butt hit the ground so hard she cried out.

The world tilted around her for the second time that evening. She was winded and she almost felt like she will faint.

She tried to get up, but she was so tired and the world around her was still moving.

Then, she saw a beautiful woman in golden silk and big designed laces walking closer to them.

The elegance of her movements, the high rise of her her shoulders as she walked in a sophistication that mirrored hers once upon a time.

The woman walked closer to them and straight to the mistress. She slapped the mistress very hard across the face.

“What the—-” The mistress began.

But the woman slapped her again. This time, harder than the first time.