The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 137

Princess Kamara just got words from her father’s kingdom that she should stay put here in Mombana for sometime because there’s a problem in Navia.

Her father detected a spy in his cabinets, and until the spy is found out and flushed out, it isn’t safe for her to come back.

It made Kamara angry and sad at the same time. She misses home. Most importantly, she misses seeing Callan.

Once, she gets back home, she will try to find a way to make seeing Callan possible. It’s been so many months, it’s like an ache in her flesh.

She has been very lucky for the past two weeks, the king hasn’t summoned her to perform her duties to him. He hasn’t summoned her to warm his bed.

But, she isn’t sure how long her luck will last. The thought made her restless and wary.

Henna was walking right behind her, and they were coming back from an evening walk when she collided with someone.

“Don’t you look…!?” Vetta sputtered angrily when someone collided into her, only to look up and see it’s the Princess Kamara.

Henna had her hand to her mouth because she didn’t see the accident on time to stop her princess and the mistress from colliding into each other.

Vetta herself, was deep in thoughts of the things Remeta said to her. She didn’t understand anything and frankly, it wasn’t bothering her that much.

It’s unfortunate that Remeta’s madness only keeps getting worse as days goes by. It’s really a pity.

But, she’d wondered what the insane girl meant by ‘The prince’ and ‘The Queen’? And not hurting them?

It had her confused because she knows that Remeta refers to Danika ad a queen and also, Princess Kamara is the King’s future queen. So, what does she mean?

Those were the thoughts running through her head when she collided into the Princess.

Princess Kamara stepped back from her and looked at her like she’s seeing a bug. Her hand itched to slap the mistress again but the only thing keeping her is the polite warning the king gave her about beating his mistress.

“You ran into me.” Kamara glared at her, emphasizing through gritted teeth.

Vetta really hates this princess, but she knows her place too. Her cheeks hasn’t forgotten the slaps…

“I’m sorry, Princess. I didn’t mean to run into you.” The apology left a sore taste in her mouth, but she had no choice.

Princess Kamara remembered the way the mistress had beaten Princess Danika weeks ago for colliding into her. A very wicked mistress, this one.

Just like Mistress Donna, her father’s main mistress.

Princess Kamara stepped closer to her, suddenly feeling that anger she always felt for her father’s mistress. The same bitch that advised her father to marry her off, just because she fell in love with a peasant.

Kamara’s hand snatched out and she grabbed hold of Vetta’s hair.

“Ouch! Let me go!” Vetta shrieked at the unexpected reaction.

Princess Kamara’s hand only tightened in her black mane. “You beat up a former princess because YOU collided into her few weeks ago, and now, here you are…a MERE mistress, colliding into ME, a princess? Your future queen!?”

“I already apologized, didn’t I?” Vetta snapped, not used to answering to anyone but the king, for such a long time.

Kamara yanked hard on her hair, pulling a few strands with her. She hissed, “You watch that tone and attitude with me, Mistress, or I will have you whipped for such insolence.”

“I am sorry, Princess.” Vetta gritted out again.

Kamara held on for a few more seconds before she let go of her hair and stepped back. She squared her shoulders and walked past the mistress, “Make sure to keep out of my way!”

Vetta kept glaring at her back until she disappeared from the hallway. Her scalp burned from such treatment, and anger was boiling in her b***d.

That wicked bitch!

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The smile on Danika’s face lasted until she was examined by Baski in her bedroom, that night.

“Oh, Heavens! You’re still pregnant, Danika!” She declared with renewed joy on her face as stared up at Danika from in between her legs.

Danika’s face was pitched with pain from the tiny thing Baski inserted in her body. “Please, get it out… It hurts my lower belly.” She whispered.

Baski’s face was radiant as she held her thighs in reassurance and began extracting the small test tube.

When she got it out, she was still smiling and happy. She gazed at Danika like the sun rises and sets on her head. “Your child is healthy and strong, and still hanging perfectly in there after everything!”

Excitement and dread filled Danika at the same time. “Creator, what do I do…!?”

“You’re going to tell the king! That’s what—“

“Never!” Danika stated heatedly, “He can’t find out!”

“What!? But, he has to know. Danika, he fathered a child! He should know—“

“No,” she shook her head adamantly, “No, please… He’ll have me killed! You know this! He’ll punish me…! Why are you so excited about telling him, madam Baski? Do you want him to order my execution!?”