The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 14

Sally and Danika got to the mines, and the slaves were happy to see Sally. Danika didn’t know how her former personal maid established such good relationship with these people.

She seems to be the only slave the people of Salem loves wholeheartedly.

“Let’s not stand around looking lazy as dumbs! Come on, everyone! Get back to work!” Karandy ordered as he came into view.

Everyone went right back to work. His eyes stared at Danika. “You. Follow me! We’re going to have a conversation privately!”

Danika’s heart skipped three beats. She doesn’t need this now. She’s barely recovering from the things the king did to her five moon-nights ago.

Karandy is still waiting for her to give him permission so that he can use her body for his carnal satisfactions, whenever or however he wanted.

“But, I have to work the mines.” Danika tried to protest. She doesn’t want to go private with him.

“Oh, you’ll still work the mines, make no mistake about that, priiiiincess!” His hand shot out and he took her arm forcefully, “But, first, we’re going to have that conversation!”

As he dragged her forwards, Danika shrugged her arm away from his grip. Then, she walked right behind him in defeat.

Karandy faced forward and breathed out triumphantly. He needs five minutes with her, just for now.

The chief maid, Baski, had brought orders from the king that no one should disturb his slave several days ago, and because of that, the former princess hasn’t worked the mines and he hasn’t seen her in five days.

But now, she’s here and he longed for a little bit of privacy. The kings can’t be the only person sampling such beauty. He can always get a sample and the king wouldn’t know.

Karandy was surprised when he turned behind him to see another slave following closely beside Danika. The new slave was walking with them.

He stopped short. “Who are you!? Get back to the working site!” He snarled.

The slave blinked in confusion. “But, you just said you needed to talk with us.”

“Us!? I never said anything about us!” He barked angrily, “I need to speak with this slave.” He pointed at Danika.

Sally truly looked confused. “But, the princess and I are a pack–pack–” she was thinking hard on the word. She was very sure her princess taught her about it, but she has forgotten.

“Packaged deal.” Danika provided the words for her, grateful that Sally was coming through for her. But at the same time, she’s scared because Sally might be getting in trouble with the mean slave trainer.

Sally nodded with a smile. “Oh, yes. The princess and I are a packaged deal.”

Karandy turned and glared at the new slave. “Get back and go work with the others! Now!”

“But, surely I’m n-not going to cause any trouble. You can always say anything you want–“

“Now!” He barked again.

Danika turned to an obviously fluttered Sally, her eyes pleaded with her former personal maid. She doesn’t want Karandy to hurt her at all.

But, Sally doesn’t like the way that man is staring at her princess’s body so hungrily. She’s been a slave long enough to know that look personally.

But, Sally doesn’t like the way that man is staring at her princess’s body so hungrily. She’s been a slave long enough to know that look personally.

Instead of taking listening to Danika’s unspoken pleas, Sally lifted her chin towards Karandy. “I’m her personal slave and the king said I should report her every movements to him.” She lied.

Karandy arched his brow. “Who made you that!?”

“The king. That’s why he made me a new slave. You know that she’s the King’s Slave, and the special ones sometimes get a personal.”

Karandy gritted his teeth in anger. The brat is her personal slave? That will make it really hard to get personal times with her, dammit!

He thought of his chances really well, and dismissed the both of them begrudgingly.

He glared at the princess’s back as she walked away with her personal slave. It just kept making him really angry.

Then, he smiled. He’ll just have to bombard the brat with loads and loads of work, and send her to a lot of errands too.

The door opened and Vetta walked into the King’s chambers. She’s still troubled about the personal slave she saw with Danika.

Why would the king allow the girl in? Surely, it isn’t because he wants to do that monster’s daughter a favor?

King Lucien wasn’t within sight, but she saw the adjoining door of his room open so she knows that he must be at his library.

Even as a slave, the king loves to read a lot and to write too. Vetta had tried learning last year, but she hasn’t been able to.

Slaves has no business reading and writing, but now that she’s a mistress….the only mistress who owns a king, she should be able to do so.

Unfortunately, it’s not so easy to do.

She entered the adjoining room and there the king sat in a chair, reading a book. The book is about plantations of the land, taking steps to keep a land flourished.

“You didn’t announce your presence.” The king said without taking his eyes away from the book.

“I’m so sorry about that, my king.” She drawled, coming up towards him, she rounded his back and caressed his cheek.

King Lucien has never been the touchy-feely type. He pulled his cheek away from her seeking hand, even as he flipped the page of the book.

“What brings you here, Vetta? I didn’t summon you.”

“I know you didn’t. I just wanted to spend some time with my king.” She drawled, running her arm down his chest.

He said nothing, his eyes on the page of his book.

“I saw a new slave at the palace.” She g*****d.

“What about her?”

“She’s the former princess’s personal maid.”

“So?” He flipped another page.

“She shouldn’t be here in the palace, my king.” She did her best to keep from getting angry. Anger doesn’t get anywhere with Lucien.

“You should concentrate more on other things, Vetta. The slaves are my problem to worry about.”

Vetta knew when to drop a subject. She also knows when to use another strategy.

One thing is for sure, that she’s the only person that understands the King’s demons. The only person that can take them when they’re unleashed…the only person that can soothe them.

She and the king knows this really well, and that is why she has the greatest edge over anything and anybody. Danika can never give him that….ever.

She would have to break to be able to give him that. And knowing the proud princess….knowing Royalties….Vetta knows that the woman would keep fighting. She would never want to break.

Lucien never broke. Even after ten years.

“Do you remember that day at the mines? Back then?” She paused, “You were asked to dug a whole tunnel alone?”

The sudden change of subject made him stiffen. He didn’t say anything for a long time.

And then, “There are some things a person don’t ever forget, Vetta.” He g*****d.

Vetta nodded, she ran her hands down his belly and back to his chest again. “You dug for hours, I had to disobey orders and go and help you. Me and Chad. Do you remember what happened next?”

“The both of you were whipped. Twenty lashes. Chad and I was taken back to his cell and kept without food and water for two days. And you….” He trailed off, his eyes darkened.

“The king set the guards on me and they raped me. I lost my baby there.” Vetta closed her eyes in pain.

She can still remember the agony of what she went through on that very day, but her pain wasn’t because of the baby she lost. She was relieved to loose the baby.

The only child she wants to birth is the child of Lucien. Every other child is not welcomed to her at all.

Lucien remembered that day vividly, and it erased most of the coldness from his eyes, replaced by pain and pity for her. He dropped the book and gave her his full attention.

“I am sorry you had to go through that because of me, Vetta. You and Chad, and a lot others has really gone through so much.”

Tears filled Vetta’s eyes as she stared at him. Now, she has his attention and the softness in his eyes that’s always rare to see.

She lowered herself in front of him, pushing his strong legs apart to get in between them.

“It’s not your fault, my king. It was never your fault. We would go through the valley of shadows for you and with you, that’s how much we care about you…” her voice turned to whispers, “….that’s how much I care.”

Her eyes held his as she raised his garment, and unbuckled the leather pants underneath it. She freed his phallus, and ran her fingers through the smooth and rough skin.

“I want the pain and the pleasure only you can give. Right here, right now, my king.”

With those whispered words, she lowered her head and took him deep inside her mouth, until he hit the back of her throat.