The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 223

***ELEVEN YEARS AGO***

He was half-dead. Again.

He can almost see himself drifting away, moving right out of this body that has become the embodiment of pain. He can almost see himself floating…

Maybe, it wasn’t such a bad thing. Whoever said that he wants to keep living?

He’d been beaten. Starved. Mocked. King Cone stood by the corner while they used him as a playing ground. His laughter and snickers of enjoyment alone cause prince Lucien’s heart to rage.

His manly parts alone they started a brand new hellfire right there. The burns…the pain…coming from that part of him, will be the death of him.

But, who will save his people while he’s gone? Who will protect Declan…? Vetta…? Baski…? Chad…? Remeta…?

He is so tired. He is just so tired.

“Look who’s staggering her way in again.” Coza’s voice rose in the air, “It’s the whóre slave, My Lord.”

“One of his shadows.” Cardel, another head trainer g*****d, amusingly, “I wonder what she is doing here.”

“I don’t need to wonder. I know. The same thing she does, always.” Kanaris, one of the slave training guards stated, and the monstrous Coza snickered.

“This will be fun. She has nobody to trade again this time around. Not after what Coza did to her two nights ago after she interrupted his training session with the Prince.” Another familiar voice, but in his hurting head he couldn’t make out who has that one.

“The bîtch is sweet, I wouldn’t lie about that. I’ve lost count how many times I’ve fûcked her, and yet, I don’t get tired of her.” Coza, “Sometimes, I start an unordered session with the Prince because—”

“—you know she will come.” Cardel chuckled, “Me too.”

“My King, what do you want us to do?” kanaris voice.

“Let her come. This will be entertaining.” King Cone finally g*****d, he sounded amused too.

Unsteady footsteps. Followed by Vetta’s voice, “Please, let him go…”

Sound of laughter filled the air. “The same words always. Every. Single. Time.” That was Coza.

“You have nothing else to give this time around, Whóre-slave.” Cardel, “You’re already a one huge giant bruise. You can’t even walk properly.”

“P-Please, I’ll do a-anything you want, just let him go.” She was crying. And wincing, with each hop on her feet.

Coza, that monster slave trainer guard had whipped those legs of hers mercilessly two nights ago, before he took advantage of her body.

“Go away, whóre. At this rate, you’ll die in a very horrible way.” Kanaris, “even I draw the lines at a bîtch dying beneath me. I ain’t fūcking no dead body.”

King Cone spoke at last, “Why do you care so much about a man that will not give a damn about you if he has his freedom? His freewill? I know a lot of you all are protecting each other, but I do not understand how you will go to extremes to keep this man alive.

You are nothing to him but a low-born, a born-slave. He is a Prince. You will be forgotten. In fact, he will get rid of you immediately he is able to. You keep saving him and ruining yourself. Every guard in this High Dungeon has fûcked you up in the most brutal way for a man who does not give a crack that you exist.”

“Do not pretend you know him. You know NOTHING about him!” Vetta stated vehemently, sniffling angrily.

“I know us.” Cone corrected smoothly, “I know aristocrats. We do not give a damn about low-borns, and we most definitely will never marry one. So, dear child, stop killing yourself over a Royalty because he will always see you like a trash. In your case, it is worst. You are the worst kind of whóre and trash, all because of him. But he will still throw you away, anyway.”

“My prince w-will always be a better man than you can ever be, King Cone!” She’d stated loathingly.

“For a woman that wants me to grant her a request and a favor. You sure are insulting.” Cone snarled, “Maybe, I will take everything you’re offering…and still kill your prince anyway.”

“No!” Vetta’s knees hit the ground, she began crying and pleading. She begged and she begged and she cried.

****BACK TO THE PRESENT***

“I can still remember that day—and every other day she saved me—like it was yesterday.” King Lucien’s voice was hoarse.

Danika couldn’t still his face because he was facing away from her, his arms crossed behind him. Tears filled her eyes and overflowed. Uncontrollable tears.

“What happened…after?” She asked when he went silent.

“She struck another deal with him. She is always ‘dealing’ with anyone harming me. I try to prevent it whenever I can, but most times, I am always in a state where I can do nothing about it.”

“I woke up three days later,” he continued, “In a nice bed for the first time in ages, my body was still a giant bruise, but I looked down myself to see that I’d been treated by the Royal Healers. My heart shattered in my very chest because that does not come with a small prize. It never does.” He lowered his head.

“I searched for her with my eyes, for I couldn’t move..I asked all the maids that brought in food or pills to help me find Vetta. But no one ever does a thing for me.” He swallowed hoarsely, “Whatever they do to her will be unbearable, but I just needed to see her alive.”

“They brought her in, in the evening. She was covered in b***d. They’d all used her; Cone, Cardel, Kanaris and Coza. This was barely two weeks after she had her second miscarriage.”

“Oh, my goodness…” Danika cried.

“Her condition was critical. They laid her beside me and the healers began treating her. All that time, she cried. She was bawling her eyes out because of what they made her do, even before they did what they did to her.”

“What did they make her do?” She dreaded the question, but she had to ask.