The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 184

He’s still hurting about the incident with Danika. With time, he will change.

“I can take care of your needs, I’m already taking care of them. You don’t need a-another mistress.” She stuttered out, the idea throwing her off-guard. She never expected it.

“I think I’m damaging you, Vetta. It’s the most reasonable thing to do.”

“No! I’m fine. You know how much I enjoy being with you.” She’d reassured him, hiding her pain very well.

“Vetta—“

“Can’t you c-curb your needs? You are giving in to your mind’s twisted demands about being a monster. Danika’s father made that man. You are not that man.” She breathes sadly.

He’d flinched slightly at the mention of her name. Then, he’d walked out of the bedroom.

Vetta sighed at the memory as she say on her bed, waiting for the maids to run her a bath.

She’d gone to Baski for the past two days to get herbs and be treated after every bed session with the King. Baski always took pity on her whenever she saw her body, her herbs have helped reduce the aches on her body and healed her rectum.

She’d noticed her bleedings—which hasn’t stopped—but Vetta made sure to convince her that they came from her moments with the King.

All in all, these past few days was not so good at all. It was nothing like the way she expects the days to be, after her victory.

She’d expected to be wearing an eternal smile on her face because she got her man back, but instead, she’d been crying.

She didn’t get the King back, she got a different man.

“When the plan comes to your head, ignore it. Do not do it. You will hurt Queen. You will hurt Prince. You will hurt his father. And you will get hurt. You get away this time around, and you get hurt the next.”

Goosebumps worked it’s way down her spine at the vivid reminder of those creepy words that wouldn’t seize ringing in her head for the past few days.

These words have become so true.

Her only happiness is that Danika will be executed at the square tomorrow. That is her only consolation.

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Danika is sick and gets sicker as days goes by.

Baski mixed her herbs and took to Danika’s dungeon. With the help of Dargak, she’d been able to set up a small sleeping mat for Danika inside the dungeon after she’d spent two nights on the cold hard ground.

She’d woke up the second day unable to move her body because it was aching badly.

As a Princess, she’d always had the softest of beds, and when she was made a slave, she’d slept on the hard ground for one week before the King ordered a bedroom for her.

So, sleeping on cold hard grounds isn’t something Danika is used to. Coupled with her condition and fragile health after what happened with Karandy, it was hard for her to cope.

So, with the help of Sally and Dargak, Baski got a mat for her and occasionally snuck in food for her to eat. If other guards saw, they pretended not to and haven’t reported to the King.

The herbs she’d given Danika on her first day in dungeon helped with the bleedings. But, it didn’t stop completely, she was still spotting occasionally.

It also helped them find out that Karandy didn’t succeed in taking advantage of her. Danika had cried with relief, and Baski was just as happy.

At least, one out of their numerous problems have been solved.

She tried her best over the couple of days to make sure she makes herbs that will supply more b***d to Danika’s body—seeing that she has lost so much b***d already—while tried herself to think of a way to exonerate Danika in the eyes of the King.

But, every single way she thinks of, leads to a dead-end because Karandy is dead. It worried her that she was running out of time too.

Then, on the third day, she was sharing duties to the maids when a thought had come to her head. That pill Karandy used to drug Danika…

If she can make a powerful herbs that will flush whatever ramains of that pills from her body, she can take Danika’s urine and extract those remains from it.

If she can be able to do this, she can bottle the remains and take it to the King to explain that Danika was drugged. She never cheated on him.

But how does she prove that the child in Danika’s body belongs to him?

Baski sighed helplessly. She can’t.

But, it wouldn’t deter her. She has to start somewhere.

God, where is her daughter, Remeta? It keeps her awake at night, worried sick.

She’d woke up the second day unable to move her body because it was aching badly.

Remeta…please, come back to me.

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“Remeta is going home.” Remeta joined Corna at the backyard. “I can’t keep staying here and crying all day. I have to go the Palace.”

The small boy turned towards her, “We cannot interfere. It can be dangerous.”

Remeta shook her head pitifully, “I can’t… I can’t not do a thing. You don’t hear their cries every night like I do. You don’t!”

Corna frowned slightly, “You hear their cwies?”

She nodded. “Ever single night. My Queen cries herself to sleep in that cold cell. Every night she waits for the King to pay her a visit, and then, she looses hope and cries until dawn. Her health is deteriorating fastly. And the King?”

Tears filled her already swollen eyes just at the thought of it, “You can never understand what he’s going through…none of us can. The voice of the memories in his head has increased. His demons are back in full force. He never sleeps. He developed bad habits to keep himself from thinking…from going insane. He…misses her so much, but he is so hurt. His thoughts are….and Remeta quotes,”

“She carries another man’s child when she can’t never be able to carry his own child. He has no seed to give. He is not a man enough. Maybe, that is why Danika sort another man. And now, that man’s seed is growing where his will never grow. He trusted her so much and made himself vulnerable to her. She must have had a good laugh at his expense.”

Corna didn’t understand what most of those words means because he’s still a small child, but he understands the pain that reflect each word.

“Those are the thoughts in his head.” she finished, swiping the tears from her eyes and shaking her head. “I can’t NOT do nothing! If the spirits wanted Remeta to do nothing, then they should never fill Remeta’s head with the pains of the people she cares about!”

“So, what are you going to do?” Corna asked, remembering the way Remeta’s Queen carried him around that day at the water supply.

Remeta lifted her chin. “I’m going back to the Palace. I don’t know what I will do when I get there, but Heavens will guide Remeta.”