The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 106

Princess Kamara haven’t seen the king since she arrived. She heard that he’s been in court all day, but she’ll be able to see him in the night.

In the meantime, she was shown to her room which was decorated and well equipped specifically for her.

She’d spent her afternoon and evening walking around the palace, just looking around. Getting some fresh air with Henna.

She was still hurting, and anger in still in her heart. She wants to be in her father’s kingdom not here.

She missed seeing the face of Callan. She wasn’t able to see him for some weeks because her father had forbidden her from doing so.

The consequence of disobeying his orders is that Callan will be whipped.

She wondered how he’s doing now.

All these were in her thoughts as she walked through another hallway of the palace, only to see a woman slapping a slave hard across the face.

Princess Kamara look at the oppressor who was dressed in expensive silk, well designed corset that embrassed her upper body like a lover’s arm and a high-quality lace that covered the rest of her body and covered the ground she walks on.

A mistress, she’d realized immediately.

She’d heard that the king has one mistress which was very hard to believe because other kings and men of privileged status has more than fifteen.

The lowest she’d heard about is five. Her father has eight mistresses.

This must be the only mistress of King Lucien. Kamara cocked her head to the side and wondered what was special about the woman that she had to be the only one?

Or is it because of the king himself? She’d heard stories about the king, about his time in slavery and his freedom. Everyone has.

Why is this mistress slapping this slave?

Not her business. She told herself solidly as she started walking away from the aggravating scene. She hates mistresses so much because of Mistress Donna, but that wouldn’t make her take it out on other mistresses.

“My princess?” Henna’s voice came from behind her.

“Yes, Henna?” She swiveled her head to the side to see her personal maid staring at the mistress and the slave.

“Isn’t that Princess Danika?” Henna asked.

She whipped her head towards the scene and watched it again. Really watched the scene.

It is Princess Danika.

She saw the moment when the mistress shoved her away and she fell. Kamara found her legs carrying her to the scene even before she could give it a second thought.

She walked straight to the mistress and slapped her really hard across the face.

“What the—” The mistress began.

She slapped the mistress again. This time, harder than the first time. Her body was almost vibrating with the force of her anger.

“How dare you put your hands on her!? How dare you!? Do you know who she is!? Even if you come from the noblest of families here in Salem, I’m sure your whole family will bow their heads and lick the ground Princess Danika walked on. How dare you put your hands on her just because her status reduced!? How dare you!?” Princess Kamara raged.

Needing more outlet for her anger, she slapped the stunned mistress the third time and then, she grabbed hold of her hair and yanked on it really hard.

“Ouch! Let go! Now!” Vetta snarled angrily, her scalp burning and her cheeks stinging.

She never expected this from the new princess. Ever. It was just so unexpected, it left her stunned.

“The next time you put your hands on her like that again, I’ll have you whipped! The only person that can alter that judgment is the king, and if he doesn’t or isn’t available at that moment, I’ll whip you mercilessly! Am I making myself clear!?”

Vetta can only nod vigorously. Anything to make the princess let go of her hair.

Her hands itched to slap the princess back. It itched so damn much.

But then again, there’s still sense on her head. A future queen is the highest status. Next to the king himself.

The last thing she needs is the wrath of King Lucien. Or worse, King Valendy.

Princess Kamara finally let go of her hair and stepped back. “Henna.”

“Yes, my princess!” The maid rushed forward.

“Get me water to wash my hands. I just got it dirty.” She snapped.

“Yes, my princess!” Henna was already running out, knowing her princess and the way she is when she’s in rage.

Apart from anger, Vetta felt a special kind of humiliation. How dare this princess…? How dare her!?

She glared at Danika who was still seated on the ground looking so stunned. Even the bitch didn’t expect this.

“I will tell the king about this!” Vetta vowed, her eyes filled with fire as she watched the Princess in front of her. She knows exactly how to twist this event.

She turned and stormed away. She needed to regroup! And then, she will be telling the king about this!

How dare her!?