The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 207

The King began feeding Danika. He scooped up the soup and raising it towards her mouth.

Danika glared at the spoon for a few seconds before she opened her mouth begrudgingly and allowed the spoon to pass through.

Silence descended as they repeated the processes over and over again until the plate was almost empty.

Then, the King looked at her face, she had the most strangest look on her face. He arched his brow, “Is anything the matt—“

He didn’t get to finish when all of a sudden, she leaned forward and wretched all over him.

She was vomiting on him. The sound of gagging continued as the food just kept rushing out of her and deposited on his body. That continued for several long seconds.

The King was too shocked to speak. He remained frozen and watched what was happening like he’s seeing a show.

Finally, Danika raised her head tiredly and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. That was when she realized what she did. She just vomited on the King!

“Oh, Heavens!” She gasped as she covered her mouth with her hands. “Oh, heavens!”

King Lucien only stared at her, unable to look down at his body and drenched garment.

Her face crumpled and she began crying.

That snapped him out of a daze he seemed to have entered. “Why are you crying, Danika?” He g*****d.

“I ruined y-your clothes…! Now, I’m going to get whipped, or k-killed…! Or thrown away…!” She cried, wet eyes meeting his frantically. “What’s gonna happen to me now!?”

“You did commit a huge crime,” he conceded, “But, no one is going to get you killed or whipped. Dargak.” He called the name like a calm statement.

It didn’t take long before the door opened and the guard rushed inside. “Your Highness?”

“Get this place cleaned up. Tell three maids, I summon them.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” The guard turned and hurried out.

Danika was still crying, positively hysterical. “I t-told you I can’t eat Chicken broth, I told you…! Now, look what happened…!”

Seeing her all pregnant and crying wasn’t sitting well with him. “It’s alright. Stop crying, there’s no harm done.”

She didn’t stop, even as the maids entered his Chambers and began cleaning the place up.

He removed his outer garment, which remained his inner white garment. Then, he walked to her and began consoling it.

“It’s okay. You did say you don’t like broth. I’m going to make sure Baski understands this, and try to use another ingredient or a different herb to make it next time.”

“So, I’m g-going to eat it again, next time?” She cried dreadfully, staring up at him.

“Yes, but it will be better next time.” He reassured her.

She lowered her head back to his chest and began bawling louder.

King Lucien sighed at the cry that got louder. He decided that it’s best he keeps his mouth shut.

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The carriage was always uncomfortable for Vetta. She feels so crowded like she’s in an enclosed space. And that is why she never takes the carriages anywhere.

She was coming back from the market, her carriage just entered the Palace.

The galloping and neighing of the horses filled the air, the sound of maids chatting and laughing as they went about their evening activities.

A familiar pang gripped her lower belly so badly, she gasped as she doubled over in the carriage. Her teeth gritted, she waited for the pain to pass.

The herbs Monah gave her…are they really working?

She hissed sharply as the pain faded, and she felt almost normal again. Monah did say she should take the herbs three times a day, but she only takes them once because of the way it makes her feel weak several minutes after every intake.

Isn’t the pain supposed to have stopped now? It’s been two months.

She opened the carriage window a little, looking around the palace. The flowers, the sites of maids laughing. Then, she saw her.

Danika.

Vetta watched the woman as she walked around the secluded part of the left wing of the palace. There were two maids behind her acting as a chaperone.

Swift anger and deep hatred for the woman coursed through her. The maids were saying something to her and she was smiling at what they said.

She is happy. Vetta’s hand switched tightly at the beautiful wooden carriage as she watched the sight before her. How can that bîtch be happy after everything she took from her?

Her eyes settled on her swollen belly. Deep waves of envy swarmed her. Danika, the daughter of Cone, took everything from her.

Everything is her fault. Everything. This is so unfair.

“Stop the carriage.” She commanded. Her soft voice belied the raging feelings going on inside her.