The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 231

Kamara’s eyes widened in horror. He hasn’t house arrested her in ages because he knows how much she hates it. “Please, father, I’m sorry!” She cried.

“This madness of yours MUST stop!” He barked as the door opened, three guards entered and bowed to their king.

“Take the princess to her bedroom. She is not to step foot outside of it until I command otherwise.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

King Valendy stormed out of the room in angry footsteps.

Mistress Donna watched the scene that played out in front of her with a smile on her face. This is a very interesting scene, seeing the proud and mighty Kamara, crying and pleading on her knees.

Seeing the very doting father and powerful King that hangs on every word his daughter says disbelieving and angry at his daughter. And now, she got a house arrest.

Her cheeks stretched into a smile. That means, she’ll be out of her way for the next few days. She’ll be able to convince the King to make her Head Concubine.

Kamara has always been the obstacle in her way. Not anymore. She’s—

A hot slap sounded on her cheek, drawing her abruptly from her victorious thoughts.

“You evil bitch!” Kamara whispered in sheer hatred.

Donna’s hand palmed her cheek, she gasps in shock when it dawned on her that Kamara just slapped her.

“How DARE you! HOW DARE YOU SLAP ME!?” She boiled in rage.

And before she can come to terms with the first slap, Kamara gave her a second. This one, hotter and louder than the first.

She made a sound of rage and attacked Kamara.

In the sixty seconds it took before the guards forcefully separated them and held them both, Donna was only able to yank on Kamara’s long hair, tearing a few of the strands from the root.

But, Kamara didn’t only tear of the strands of her hair too, she attacked her squarely and gave her three fierce angry beatings before the guards intervened.

“How dare you put your hands on me! You little shít!” Donna spat, struggling to be free from the guard’s hold but it was futile. Her face and upper body hurts badly, like she has been attacked by a tiger.

“You just pray that my father do not torture Callan, Mistress.” She spat the last word, “You just hope he doesn’t, because I will make sure you regret it. I will make this place a living hell for you. Mark. My. Words.” She enunciated each word with deceptive calmness.

Fear came over Donna. It was the first time she’s seeing Kamara in this way. The princess physically attacked her, and if not for the guards…. Donna shuddered.

“I will tell your father about this! You are already in trouble with him, and you have the guts to slap me!? To attack me physically!? I will deal with you, Kamara!”

“My father is the only strength you have, you are nothing but a weakling. My father’s whóre.” She hissed, pulling free with the guard’s hold. She took a step closer to Donna, “No matter what you do, he will remain my father and you will remain his whóre, Donna. He will always love me much more than he cares to put his manly part inside you.”

The Mistress blanched. Shame and rage became one. She has never been so insulted in her whole life. Kamara has never been so insultive.

Donna whipped her head to the guards. “You heard it all, didn’t you all!? You heard the insults and beatings the princess gave to me!? You will be my witness! I will not let this go!”

Kamara’s fierce eyes found the guards. “Did you hear anything!?” Glancing at all of them one after another, hands on her h**s she yelled, “Did you hear anything!?”

“No, My Princess!” They didn’t hesitate to shout back the reply. “We heard nothing!”

She smiled smugly at the Mistress, saying nothing. The guards were trained not to ‘hear’ or ‘see’ anything they aren’t supposed to hear or see. Also, they have no liking for the Head Mistress.

Then, the smile disappeared. Angry replaced it, “You just pray my father do not torture him, Donna. For hell with hath more fury on your head!”

With that, Kamara allowed the guards to lead her out of the King’s Chambers. Her head held high, her footsteps stormed like fury on the floor as she matched out.

Donna stood there with her mouth gaping wide open.

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Vetta screamed repeatedly. She closed her eyes and she can see Coza.

He was leering at her body again. He’s going to hurt her…! He’s going to hurt her…!

She screamed again, palming her head to stern the voices in her head. They were too much…! Too much….!

An hour later, she was back in control a little. Her belly growled repeatedly in hunger. Vetta m****d miserably, clutching her stomach.

Her eyes stared hungrily at the wrapped pies at the other end of the room.

She wouldn’t eat it. No, she wouldn’t.

But, she was so weak… Hunger was gnating at her insides like several worms eating at her.

Maybe, she should eat just a little bite…

What if she poisoned it!? You hate her so much and she hates you just as much! You can’t eat something she brought, she is Cone’s daughter! Her mind yelled at her.

“No! Never!! I’m not touching it!” She hissed, hot breath puffing out of her nose.

Slowly, time bled by. Her hunger only worsened. Baski hasn’t come…

She found herself crawling towards the pie. Just a little bite…

Don’t touch that pie! Remember who brought it! Her mind yelled at her.

Just a little…

Vetta reached the pie, picked it up and unwrapped it…