The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 122

Vetta can’t believe the sight in front of her. Her hand on the wall of the side of the window balled into fist.

The king stayed that way. He didn’t raise his head. It’s as if a bound is holding his head to her belly, and he isn’t ready to pull away anytime soon.

The sight was hurting Vetta’s eyes too much, she reached for the doorknob of the bedroom, but Baski held her hand. It forced her to look at Baski’s face and the older woman was shaking her head.

Baski wanted to talk but she can’t do so in front of there or they’ll risk being seen by the king. So, she pulled Vetta away from the window and away from Danika’s bedroom until they reached the hallway in the other side of the palace.

“No, you can’t go in there, Vetta. Danika needs ultimate rest and she doesn’t need to be disturbed at the moment.” Baski informed her.

Vetta almost snorted. She has no intention of going in there because she’s worried for Danika or anything. She wanted the king to see her and sever all physical contact with her.

“I heard all that happened, how is she?” She asked, feigning worry like she gives a damn.

“She is doing well. Hanging in there. She’s been heavily induced, she doesn’t need any disturbances.”

“Oh… She must be in a very bad shape.”

“She is.” Baski admitted, “But, at least it’s a good thing that the two perpetrators were caught and they’re at the dungeon.”

Vetta’s heart stopped beating. “What!?”

Baski nodded, “Yes. So, some kind of justice will be found for what happened to her.”

“Oh. I-I’m happy about that.” She forced out.

“Yeah, me too. If there’s a mastermind behind what happened, I wish nothing than to see that person’s head dangling on a pole, separated from her body.” Baski’s eyes flashed angrily.

Vetta shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another.

“Anyway, you can’t disturb her tonight, mistress, even if you’re worried.” She informed.

“I understand, Baski. I’ll go back in the morning to check on her. It’s too bad…what happened to her.” Her hands was still curved into fists. She really wanted into that bedroom this night.

But, Baski has always been too smart for an old slave. No, she has to keep pretending like she’s worried out of her mind like everyone else.

She turned and began walking back to her bedroom. She can’t stop thinking about how the king held Danika few minutes ago. She can’t stop thinking about the number of crowd she met outside.

She can’t forget that the two women they used are in prison and they might just rat at Karandy, and Karandy will rat at her.

Everything is a disaster. Everything.

She stomped angrily into her bedroom and slammed the door closed. She took up the flower vase from her table and threw it to the ground with an angry scream.

It shattered everywhere. The anger was still boiling in her. And fear.

For a moment, she contemplated going straight to the dungeon tonight. But she can’t do that or everyone will get suspicious.

No, she’ll know how to handle that issue without being known.

She squeezed her eyes and closed and the image of the King holding on to Danika bleeder into her brain. It’s Courting Week and he doesn’t even care!

He wouldn’t come to her but he will leave his chamber to the bedroom of a slave, seat beside her sickbed and hold her hand in the dark of the night!?

He wouldn’t even let her pit her hands on him for long, for fu¢k’s sake!

Her window caught her attention and she stormed towards it. There, the crowd laid. They were all still there.

Most of them were praying in silence, while others has fallen asleep right there in the cold hard ground. Something a once-slave would never want to do again, they do it for the daughter of Cone!?

Vetta pulled off her clothes and laid down on her bed. Tears of anger, rage and bitterness filled her eyes.

She buried her face to her pillow and began sobbing her eyes out.

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King Lucien has fallen asleep when he felt the body beneath his head stir.

He woke and raised his head from her belly to look at Danika. His hand still clutched hers. King Lucien knows that it’s way past midnight, but he did not think about that.

Danika’s swollen eyes slowly slid open, she looked at him. Her eyes looks so tired and sleepy.

“My King…” She whispered so tiredly.

“I wasn’t here.” He g*****d. He never expected to stay until she wakes. She was never supposed to know that he was here.

Her eyes blinked slowly, “No… I know you’re here…”

He averted his eyes. “Doesn’t matter. You’re heavily induced with pills and portions, you won’t remember a thing in the morning.”

“I remembered… the last time.”

“You did?”

“Yes… You said you have forgotten… what it’s like to laugh…”

Silence. His eyes was taking in the bandage on her thigh. “It doesn’t matter. You’re more induced this time.”

Danika’s eyes found her side where his hand was holding hers. “You’re probably right…”

She dragged her eyes back to his face, even in her drugged mind, she didn’t want to call his attention to her hand he was crutching, so he wouldn’t dislodge his.

“How are you feeling now?” He asked.

His eyes aren’t as cold. His face isn’t blank and he isn’t scowling too. In her drugged mind, she knows that it’s the first time she’s seeing him that way.

“You look… so handsome… like this…” Her voice was scratchy, she could barely say words.

He wasn’t expecting that. He shook his head. “I am not handsome, Danika. You will not think that if you’re in your right state of mind.”

“But, I think… about it all the… time… So handsome… beautiful… even with the scar… especially with the scar…”

He said nothing. But, his eyes was watching her carefully.

“How did you… get that scar…?” Her eyes on his cheek indicated that she means the scar that ran down his cheek.

“Cone decided that he’ll learn to draw a straight line and needed a place to practice. He used an iron rod dipped in fire and carved my face up.” He stated flatly, his eyes darkened in memory.

Danika’s body hurts so much, she’s afraid to move for the fear of shards of pain splintering through her body.

“How are you feeling, Danika?” He repeated, watching her carefully.