The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 224

“It was the first time Cone gave such a mission. She killed a person. An innocent woman.”

Danika lowered her head in shame. How did that monster father her?

“Cone gave her a mission to sneak into the home of a Privileged and kill his wife. I don’t have any idea why he would want the woman dead, but Cone had a lot of enemies.

She couldn’t get past that kill, because the woman she was sent to kill was a woman she knows. A woman she cared for.” He revealed in a low voice.

That was unexpected. “What…!?”

He turned and faced her then, standing in the middle of the room, while she was seated behind his desk to alleviate her hurting legs.

“Vetta’s parents were slaves owned by the Raskin family. Her mother died at childbirth, her father fell sick and dropped dead while working the mines one-day. In her teens, she…fancied the master of the Raskin household.”

Fancying a master is never a good idea for any slave, but who is she to cast the first stone? She thought remorsefully. “And the master?”

“Gedony Raskin. He was in his early twenties and newly married to Yeaha who’s very older than him, but very powerful in the society. She was a Princess. There were rumors among the aristocrats that Gedony Raskin developed feelings for Vetta too, but it was unfounded rumors. I have no idea what happened, but one-day, Gedony Raskin came to my father and offered to sell Anarieveta. My father never wanted to have more slaves but he bought her anyway.”

“Why?” She asked in a hoarse voice.

“My father keeps slaves closer. He said he cannot help all slaves for they are many, but he will help those he is able to. That is all he is capable of doing for them, at least until he is able to eradicate the laws of Introduction of slaves, and the Unjust Killing of slaves.”

“Your father is a good man.” She let out softly.

He acknowledged with a nod, pain flashing in his eyes. He blinked it away and continued, “Anyway, that was how Anarieveta began working in the palace. She was this bright girl. So bright, so innocent, always happy.” He raised his hands and stared at them, “She was just like your Sally. If not more.”

“Really?” Somehow, Danika can’t see the bitter mistress being like her Sally, once upon a time.

“She was.” He confirmed, “I always watched her after trainings with my father. I will go out on a walk, and there she is, with other slaves…playing. Laughing. She taught the Slaves how to play a lot of outdoor games.” His eyes glazed over in memory, “It was always fascinating watching her because she is a happy slave. It is hard to see a happy slave.”

“It is.” She seconded, thoughts of her lovely Sally filling her mind.

“I got close to her. I asked my father to put her directly under me, so she will serve me alone, and she will not have to work the mines. He granted my request. We had three years together. She was seventeen and I was twenty when Cone struck.”

So sad. So alone. So pained. That was how he looked. His face stoic and inscrutable, and yet, she saw the raw pain behind that expressionless mask.

“At first, when she kept offering herself in place of me, in slavery, I thought it was because of the love she has for me as her Master….just like Baski and Chad did.” he swallowed, “But she kept going to extremes. More extremes, just to make sure I do not suffer. It didn’t take long for me to realize that she had feelings for me. Womanly feelings.”

“Slavery broke her to pieces, Danika. After she killed Yeaha Raskin, she cried for several days. That woman was good to her when she was still under their family, and Cone made her kill the woman. She never recovered from that. But, it didn’t take long before Cone announced that he has found the perfect weapon for murder. Vetta was beautiful, and she had someone she wanted to protect at all cost…that made her the perfect weapon.”

“Vetta stood in that podium and swore that she would rather die, than kill another person for him. Cone only laughed.” Rage darkened his eyes at the memory.

Danika shifted uncomfortably at her chair. This will be bad.

“They prepared another torture session for me and in the middle of it, she hopped in on one feet, and screamed at them. “I agree!” “I will do it!! Just leave him alone, please!” She screamed repeatedly.”

The King’s eyes found Danika’s, “I…I know she let go of her humanity then, like I did mine, a long time ago. She began killing for Cone. Anybody who opposes him in court, he will send out Vetta to seduce and kill the aristocrat. Her deal with him kept me off tortures for four months. The longest of it’s kind, since we came to slavery. Time enough for my body to recover from all the past tortures.”

She’d promised herself that she will be strong, but this was too much for her. Danika began crying. Soft weepings she can no longer contain.

This is too much. This is more than she expected.

“I…more than anybody, knows that Vetta went to extremes to keep me alive. I can tell you so many more, but we will stay here all night if I do that. I was so selfish because I know, she loved me in her own way. And I cared for her in my own way. But, I have been so selfish, Danika.” His voice broke.

He’s on the verge of tears. The thought of a strong and powerful man like him reduced to tears hurts her so much. More tears slipped from her eyes.

She wished she can go hold him, but she was almost sure that he wouldn’t appreciate at this moment. But, even as she felt so much for him…for Anarieveta, she needed to know something.

“Because you…care for me? Is that why you feel you have been so selfish?” The answer will hurt like a knife to her heart, but she needed to know.

He shook his head. It made her relieved.