The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 279

REUNION: The Ocean Of Unexpected Truth and Pain.

.A tear dropped from his eyes and splashed into his hands.

The sight broke Declan’s heart. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Brother. You did everything you could. You did as you promised. You brought us out of that shíthole like you promised.”

“Not until it was too late,” his voice sounded scrapped raw, “Not until all the damages have been done.”

“No, you’re wrong. Damages was done, but here we are today. Salem is magnificent again, I was flabbergasted when I entered the Kingdom,” Declan closed the distance between them then, grabbed his shoulders and shook him, “The Kingdom is wealthy, beautiful and prosperous again! In just six years! No, all damages was not done.”

Deep into that hurtful place King Lucien was buried into, a realization began setting in.

Declan is touching him. Really touching him.

“You’re touching me.” He rasped in awe.

Declan’s eyes were glassy but he smiled, “That’s because I’m alive. I’m not a ghost.”

“But, h-how is that even possible…? How is this possible? I don’t understand…” For the first time, in as long as King Lucien can remember, he sounded dumb to his own ears. He was too confused. He was too filled with hope.

Declan sniffled, “A long story. But I’m—”

King Lucien threw his arms around his brother then. For a moment, he dreaded that the fantasy will be over and Declan will disappear in a poof of air from his arms.

But, nothing happened. No, his brother wrapped his arms around him too, burrowed his head into his neck and his shoulders began shaking…the only indication that he’s crying.

“By the Gods…! Deck…!? You’re really here, Deck…!” King Lucien held him tight, the world zeroing in on him.

His brother is alive! His brother is right in front of him! His brother is alive! Heavens, Declan is alive!

“Big cousin… I’ve missed you so much.” He sniffled into his neck. “Even without my memories, there w-was this huge hole in my heart whenever I h-have flashes of you… I missed you so much, even when I can’t r-remember you.”

His small brother had lost his memories. He’s here now. King Lucien clutched him tight, closed his eyes and allowed the euphoric feeling to wash over him. His brother is alive. His brother is here.

“Oh, Deck, this is all too much for me. You’re alive, you’re here. Heavens are smiling at me in the most unexpected way.”

Another tear dropped from King Lucien’s eyes, “Declan is alive. What’s left of my family…what I thought was ripped away from me in the most horrible way…is right in front of me… Alive. Well.”

“Yes, yes. I’m alive, brother. I’m so sorry that it took me so long to come back here.” Declan cried from the both of them.

King Lucien was too emotional for words to explain. Pulling back, he palmed Declan’s cheeks, his eyes darting all over him searchingly, “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Thank you, Deck… Thank you for being alive…!”

They were hugging again. Declan’s broad shoulders shaking at the strength of his weeping, while the King’s eyes slid shut and he only clung to his brother tighter.

“Thank you so much, Deck. I can never thank you enough… Thank you so much for being alive.” His voice hoarse, his eyes glinted.

“I had help, that was how I stayed alive.” He pulled back then, wiped his tears and sniffled.

“Tell me all about it. Tell me what happened, Deck.” King Lucien took his hand then and turned with the intention of leading him to a comfortable chair, but his eyes found the two females in the bedroom.

That was when he remembered that Vetta and the maid are in his bedroom. That was when he remembered that he isn’t alone.

“Declan…!” Vetta cried then, and flew across the bedroom towards him.

He caught her up in his arms and lifted her off her feet. “Vetta…”

“Oh, heavens!” She began crying. Huge sobs racked her throat, she hugged him tight. “You’re truly here! You’re really alive…! You survived….!”

Her cries were loud. Filled with pain, happiness, guilt and relief all at once. Heavens, it does not matter anymore. If anything happens to her it does not matter..!

Finally, her greatest guilt is in front of her again! Did Declan remember what happened? Did he remember EVERYTHING that happened?

Will she be executed? Will she be vindicated?

It does not matter which one it is. What matters is that he is alive. Declan is alive and well!

What matters is that today, her greatest guilt is falling away after six years of living inside her…of eating at her.

“Oh, heavens…! Thank, heavens…!” She cried for so long, loosing herself in that strong embrace.

Out of the corner of Declan’s eyes, he noticed another figure in the bedroom. Another figure leaving—sneaking—out of the bedroom.

This maid…!

His hand shot out without releasing Vetta, and grabbed hold of the maid.

His euphoric voice dimmed a bit, replaced by a mountainous hatred that has festered in his heart for the past six years manifested in his face…his body…every part of him.

“You… It is you.” His voice vibrated with fierce hatred and rage.

The maid’s eyes widened in terror. “P-Prince Declan…”

“Do you know her?” King Lucien asked then, his brows furrowed as he glanced back at the maid.

“Yes I do. You asked me to tell you what happened right? How I survived?” He glanced at his brother, still clutching Talia’s hand tights, barely aware of Vetta pulled away from him with tears in her eyes.

“Yes, I asked. Tell me about it, Deck. Does it have something to do with this woman?”

He nodded once. “She killed me. Drove a blade through my heart and enjoyed doing so. She loved every moment of it.”

Silence filled the air. For a few seconds, the air was tense around them.

Then, “What did you just say?” King Lucien’s voice has turned grave. Dangerous. Angry.

Declan glared at the woman who’s now struggling to pull free from his grip at the deadly look in the King’s eyes.

“This maid here killed me. She is no ally to Salem! She works for King Cone and Coza. She is a traitor of the Kingdom!”

“Who is there?” The King raised his voice slightly.

The door opened and Dargak hurried in. “Your Majesty?”

In two steps, King Lucien caught up with the guard. In one move, he pulled Dargak’s sword from it’s sling and turned towards the maid with the sword already resting on her neck.

Talia froze. Already she can see dead hovering around her. She stilled her struggles. Instead of the usual fear, a cold calmness took over her.

“I didn’t do it alone. The mistress did it with me.” Her eyes lifted and landed on Vetta, “She killed Prince Declan with me.”