The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 201

The soft wind of the morning did nothing to make Vetta feel good. Nothing can lighten her

Yesterday was a disaster. She’d not only slept with a giant pain coming from her body, but she’d also slept with the knowledge that Danika will no longer be executed… that she is spending the night in the King’s Chambers.

Why doesn’t anything ever work out the way it should? Why does this keep happening to her?

At first, all will be going well. Then, all of a sudden, all will be lost!?

When she whipped Danika, she was enjoying herself and Danika’s pain. Then the King came and ruined it for her.

And what about when the market women beat her up? It only made her closer to the King!

What kind of charm is that witch using!!?

Vetta was so enraged, she can’t think straight. The King was always in her bed. He called her every time of the day and she satisfied him!

Now, it’s all about Danika again! Danika this, Danika that!

Angry tears burned the back of her eyes but she blinked it back. No way will she cry for that wrētched woman ever again.

Instead, she will find a way to get even again. She always does.

The sharp familiar pinch in her lower belly pulled her out of her thought. She’s on her way to Monah’s. It’s time for the healer to examine her and give her whatever herbs will alleviate this pain in her belly.

She will also be able to tell her if her mission was successful.

The King slept with her countless times in the past few days, and she has been taking her fertility pills accordingly. Is she carrying his child inside her now?

She can’t wait to see Monah.

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Kamara patted Declan’s back and he flinched away as her touch burned him.

She pulled herself to a sitting position, hovering behind him as he wrapped his arms around his knees, his head in between them. He rocked himself once.

“You’re s-scaring me, Callan… Is it something I did?” She whispered, concerned.

He shook his head. Then, he raised and looked at her, “I’m really sorry about this…”

“No, please, don’t apologize for being with me. It will hurt me a lot.”

“That’s not why I’m apologizing, dearling. I’m apologizing for stopping…for what happened now.”

“You know you can always talk to me what it is…” A thought came to her then, “Did you remember anything?”

He swiveled his head to meet her eyes. His head moved in a nod, “Flashes of when I was being tortured. I…I was tórtured really bad.” he swallowed tightly, “I…I was ráped in the worst possible way.”

“Oh, Callan, I’m so sorry…” Kamara’s eyes watered at the pain in his voice. The fear.

“I wanted you so badly, and I feel like the luckiest man in the world that you will choose me to be with you intimately, but look the way I handled things… I can’t even go through with it because of these horrible flashes of the brutality that has been done to me.” Every word from his mouth dripped agony.

She leaned up behind him, standing on her knees, and wrapped her arms around his neck, not minding the way he flinched again.

In different circumstances, she would have been embarrassed and shy about her state of undress, but that was the last thing in her mind as she hugged his head to her chest.

“I’m sorry for what you had to go through. I wish there was a way to make your memories come back so that you will understand everything. So, you will know why you were tortured and who tortured you.” She whispered, rubbing his tense shoulders.

Slowly, the tension went out of him and he burrowed deeper into her. “I wish so too. It’s excruciating not to know.”

“And a low-born will not know this word ‘excruciating’. Have you considered that you might be a Privileged?” She asked softly.

Callan thought about that for a minute. He swiveled his head to stare at her beautiful face as he pondered her words.

“You might be right, but I really don’t think I’m a Privileged. I think I’m a slave. Most of my flashes are in a slave’s cold cell, the others are when I was working as a Slave.”

“You might be a Privileged who was sold to be a slave by his family. Think about it, you know how to read. Read! How many slaves know how to read?”

Callan’s heart tightened at the thought that his family might have sold him to slavery before.

“That will also explain the reason why nobody has ever searched for me since I disappeared. Maybe…they couldn’t care less.” He conceded with heartfelt pain.

She pulled him tighter to her, and he took the comfort she offered selflessly, burrowing his head more comfortably on her plump bosom.

“I’m so sorry, Callan.”