The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 291

Sally was crying. Hard, broken sobs that did nothing to alleviate the pain in her heart, that did nothing to solve the problem she was facing.

“Please, stop crying, Sally. Tears are not solving our problem. We have to find a way to get out of here, that’s what we have to do instead of crying!” Baski repeated again, trying to reach the sobbing girl. She, herself, is close to breaking down. So close.

They were trapped here. Down in the tunnels so far away from the Royal Quarters.

“How can I s-stop!? My p-p-princess…” Sobs racked her throat. It was so hard to talk but she did her best to get the words out, “How can I stop when s-she is in l-labor…and in danger!? She is all a-lone! All alone!”

“I know, Sally. Do you think I don’t know?” Baski reached for the woman and hugged her tightly. The two of them were shaking. “That is why we have to keep trying to break free from these walls. We have to get to her on time!”

After Queen Danika had gone to Court that morning, Baski had taken to opportunity to try and gather new herbs. She’d asked Sally to help her out, which the young woman agreed on, wholeheartedly.

They were picking herbs when they heard stomps of horses and war-cries from invaders. They’d recognized trouble. So, they ran away from the field to the nearest tunnel to hide.

Then, the war started and King Lucien gave orders for all the tunnels to be sealed so that the invaders will not see anywhere to escape from, also, so that more will not enter too. They have been trying to break the tunnel for a way out but it had proved impossible. They were trapped.

“You’re right, you’re right.” Sally hiccuped, pulling away from the older woman to wipe her tears. “You’re right. We have to keep t-trying to get out.”

“Yes. The earlier we’re out, the better it will be for all of us. For the Queen, for the unborn prince.” Baski framed her face, speaking passionately, “We are both born slaves! Once upon a time, we dug tunnels for a living! We can do this!”

Sally nodded vigorously, her strength renewed. “You’re right! We can do this…!”

Together, they walked deeper into the tunnel in search of harder rocks they can use to break the tunnel door.

Hang in there, My Princess, Sally cried in her aching heart.

Please, hang in there!

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“No…!” Queen Danika replied violently. Then, gently, she pulled Vetta’s body anyway from hers. “Hang in h-here. I’ll get he-rbs that can stop your bleeding.”

“You will be…wasting your t-time.”

But even as Vetta breathed those words, Danika is already going through her cabinet at the other side of the room. Sounds of items being thrown about filled the bedroom as she searched for the remains of the dry leaves Baski always gave her whenever she was bleeding or spotting.

“This will stop the bleeding, My Queen. This will stop the bleeding, My Queen.” Baski’s voice rang in her ears over and over again.

A gasp of relief escaped her throat as she found the dry leaves. “Thank heavens, thank heavens…!”

Vetta watched her through heavy-lidded eyes as she scrambled around to help her. She watched as Danika got her sandal, held the leaves together on the table, and began pounding them with her sandals.

The pregnant woman stopped in between, crying out in sheer pain. But when the pain seems to have lessened, she will continue pounding the leaves, panting in harsh breaths.

Tears wouldn’t stop falling from Vetta’s eyes. She cannot believe that Danika can ever do this for her. Trying to save her life in the thick of her own pain.

At that moment, whatever was left of her hatred for the daughter of Cone died a flawless death.

Also, at that moment, whatever was left of her resentment for her and the King’s union dissolved and faded away like mist.

Letting go of those last pains, she felt lighter than she has ever felt in years—even lighter than she did when Declan came back.

“Aaah, this feels good.” She breathed out, her voice slurred. This must be the way Lucien felt in this woman’s arms. No wonder he fell heads over heels for her.

“I finally… understand.” She added in a whisper. “I can now go…peacefully.”

“You’re NOT going anyw-here, do you hear me!?” Danika hissed, her voice a cloud of anger and pain. Steering the liquid in the wooden cup a few more times with her forefinger, she turned and faced the dying mistress. “It’s ready.”

Even as she announced, she is already walking gingerly towards Vetta. When she got close, she lowered herself down on the floor in the slowest movements ever, panting out in pain, but she was able to manage it.

Then, she lifted Vetta’s head to her chest again and poured most of the herbal concoction to the stab wound.

She still made sure that the sword remained intact inside the mistress, but she sighed with satisfaction when she saw the liquid making its way into her body through the wound.

“Ouch! Argh…!” Vetta cried out, waves of agonizing pain slamming through her as the liquid entered her body.

“Sorry…so sorry.” Queen Danika kissed her forehead affectionately, rubbing her arm in a soothing manner. Vetta clung to her like a lifeline as she whimpered repeatedly.

Another violent contraction overwhelmed the Queen then. So excruciating, she screamed out so loud, her fingers clutching Vetta’s shoulder.

“S-Sorry…” Her pain distracted Vetta. “Your child w-wants out…badly.”

“I want to p-push so badly…but I…can’t!” Tears streamed down her cheeks as she panted, “Baski…! I have to…wait for Baski…” Pause, “Can’t do…it alone.”

Vetta glanced at her face through heavy-lidded eyes, “You are the…strongest woman…I have ever met. You are what he…needs. A fighter, a healer, a Queen, and a saint…wrapped in one person. You must feel heavy… How do you get around carrying all those weights…?”

The contraction was passing and it’s leaving her very exhausted. Danika smiled through her tears. “I don’t know…what you’re talking about. The only weight…I carry…which is very overwhelming is my child inside…me. My waist is on fire…”

Then, she raised the wooden cup again to Vetta’s mouth. “Here, drink this one…”

Vetta drank obediently, emptying the bitter content before Danika set the cup aside. The Mistress was becoming too weak. It wasn’t looking good at all.

New tears filled the Queen’s eyes because she knows. But, she kept hugging her to her chest, “You will be fine. You will be fine. You will be fine.” She mumbled repeatedly.

“I appreciate that…you’re trying to save me…but all this is f-futile. I will di—”

“Don’t say that! Don’t ever say that!” Tears left her eyes in massive waves because the mistress is indeed dying.

Vetta kept silent, her breathing becoming more shallow. Already, she can feel the numbness of death coming from her legs upwards. “I-I’m sorry…for h-hating you all these while. I-I’m so s-sorry…you didn’t deserve it…”

“Please, stop talking. Saved your strength please…” Danika cried.

More tears blurred Vetta’s eyes, “Take care of him, Danika.” her voice a mere whisper this time around, “Don’t ever hu-rt him. Don’t ever…stop loving him. My soul… will haunt you…if you ever leave him.”

“No, please,” Danika shook her head, “I will never leave him. Ever. You…will not die, but if you do…I want your soul to rest in peace.” she cried in broken sobs, “I want your soul…to have the peace this world…never gave you.”

Vetta’s breath made soft shuddering sounds of a car about to halt. Yet, she still managed, “If I happen to make…a good place—which I doubt so much—I will look after him from up there. I will look after his son too.”

She paused, “And I’ll look after you too. You have…to be alive…so that he can keep being…happy. So that his…son will never lack.” She smiled wearily, “Yes, I have…to protect you too…”

Her words touched Danika deeply, making her cry harder. “Oh, Anarieveta… I’m so sorry…”

Vetta’s dying heart warmed at those words. Then, she buried her face to Danika’s blossom and kissed the pregnant woman’s chest.

A k**s of forgiveness. A k**s that says good bye.

“I forgive…you, Danika.”

Shuddering breaths, “I…forgive you, Your Highness.”

With that, her breath evened out. Her body lost all strength.

Danika started screaming. Her pain is intertwined now. The pain of labor, and the pains of watching death take Anarieveta away. “No, no, no…please…!”

Just then, her door burst open.

King Lucien and Chad hurried inside.

Followed by a crying Baski and a sobbing Sally.

Followed by the Royal Medicine man and troops of his trainees. So many medicine people.

There are two emergencies.

But they are already too late for one.