The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 121

Baski has developed a terrible headache.

She watched Remeta who laid on the bed of her bedroom, crying her eyes out. She has tried consoling her daughter but Remeta is not consolable.

She keeps sobbing and muttering, “He is leaving… He is leaving… So restless… He is so restless… He is hurting… He is leaving…”

Baski was torn. She has tried to get Remeta to explain or elaborate, but she wouldn’t say anything more, just keeps repeating the same words over and over again.

Should she give her sleeping herbs like she gave to Sally?

But she knows that Remeta won’t take them. She wondered what’s happening to her daughter, and at the same time, she’s wondering if Danika will be alright.

The beating she got wasn’t a minor one, and her bruises aren’t minor either. She had to sedate Sally to sleep, she would have cried herself sick because of Danika’s condition.

What she went through… Baski can’t begin to imagine it.

For a pregnant woman, it’s a miracle she still alive after all those beatings. Though, she’s barely hanging in there.

And she isn’t sure if the baby is still there or not. Her bet is, Danika has miscarried and the baby is no more in her.

She’d been able to stop the bleeding, but Danika has lost a lot of b***d.

Also, when the Medicine Man came, she’d been prepared to swear Angie to secrecy about Danika’s pregnancy, at least until she has heard from Danika.

But, Angie didn’t detect a baby or any pregnancy all the hours he stayed treating each and every cut and bruises.

It’s safe to say that the baby is no longer in there.

Baski doesn’t know what she feels about the knowledge.

As she began pulling out of her mind, she noticed that everywhere has gone silent.

She swiveled her head towards the bed. Remeta has fallen asleep.

She let out a breath of relief she doesn’t know she was holding, at the sight. Let her check on Danika again before she retires for the night.

She got up and headed out of her bedroom, she closed to door as quietly as she can.

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This is the best day of Vetta’s life.

On her way home, she’d asked one woman about what happened in the market today and the woman told her everything.

How Danika was beaten brutally and mercilessly.

She didn’t wait for the woman to finish before she continued going back to the palace with a huge smile on her face.

Only for the smile to wipe from her face when she got to the palace gate.

She saw a crowd seated just inside the gate.

Most women were praying; some prayed to the gods they serve, the others prayed to the one in the Heavens. Other women held their sleeping children to their body and stayed quiet. Men were there too.

Vetta called out one of the women, “What is going on?” She asked in confusion.

“It’s the Slave Princess. We won’t leave here until we hear that she’s alright!” the woman said passionately.

“WHAT!?” Vetta couldn’t believe this. Surely, she didn’t hear this woman well at all.

The woman began crying. “What we did was so wrong…! So wrong…! Have to go back and keep praying for her…!”

Before Vetta could ask if the woman is out of her mind, the woman was already hurrying away from her. She walked back to the crowd, sat down on her spot and began praying again.

What the hell is happening!? What is going on!?

This wasn’t part of the plan at all! What are all these people doing here!?

They should be in there house happy and celebrating their revenge on King Cone’s daughter. So, what are they doing here!?

And why are they crying!? Why the fu¢k are they praying!?

She fumed in confusion as she made her way into the palace building. To calm herself down, she knows where her source of happiness will be coming from again.

She headed straight to Danika’s bedroom.

She turned towards the hallway to see Baski standing outside the window, she was looking inside the bedroom with a passionate look on her face. A tear dropped from her eyes.

She turned and saw Vetta walking closer. She bowed her head slightly, but didn’t move away.

Vetta walked closer and noticed that the door was locked from the inside. Baski only stepped away from the window for her.

She stopped in front of the window and turned towards it.

She froze at the sight in front of her.

Danika was bandaged in almost every part of her body. She looks terrible, a sight for sour eyes. She must be in so much pain, and her condition looks critical.

Indeed, her plan worked out more than perfectly.

But, Vetta wasn’t looking happy at all.

Because, beside her bed, King Lucien was seated at the chair, staring at her. His guard was down because he doesn’t know anybody was watching.

He looked so worried and concerned for her. Infact, there are so many emotions in his eyes but Vetta isn’t able to make out what they were.

But, she knows for sure that none of them was hatred. Far from it.

Vetta was still watching when he lifted his hand, took Danika’s smaller hand into his and squeezed slightly, his eyes closed intensely.

She watched when he placed her hand to his mouth and kissed it lingeringly.

Then, he lowered his head to her belly and laid it there. For a man that hated touch, he didn’t let go of her hand.

Infact, he held her hand like he never wanted to let go again.