The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 68

He squeezed his garment, his brows knitted in thought. “The last time I saw little Remeta, she had herself cut open with a broken glass from the cup her mother used to bring water for her. She would have killed herself that day if I didn’t have the two maids I went with, and her mother to restrain her.”

She gasped in horror. She didn’t know that it was this bad for Remeta.

“They were able to put her to sleep even as she kept mumbling; ‘no life, no bed’, no life, no bed’. She added, mama please just let me die…..”

“Oh heavens…” She covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes tearing up immediately.

“I never visited again. It broke me seeing that child that way. Baski was our nanny, Melia and I. She practically raised us, you know.”

“I didn’t know….” She whispered, her eyes watering.

“She did. She gave birth to Remeta two months before we were taken into captivity. It was hard for her….for all of us. She helped me survived during those few months. I don’t think King Cone wanted me to survive them, he fed me once in five days.”

Danika gasped in horror. She couldn’t imagine that. How was he able to survive those times?

He must have seen the unasked question in her head and answered, “Baski would request for milk to feed her new born baby and the guards will provide it for her. They’ll keep guard while she fed little Remeta. Afterwards, she’ll request to see me in the isolated cold cage King Cone locked me in.”

His eyes was far away. “The guards check the few visitors that enters to make sure they don’t carry anything like food or weapons for escape.” His lips curved to a side, “But then, they keep forgetting that Baski is a breastfeeding mother.”

Her eyes widened, “She….”

He nodded. “She breastfed me for three good months.”

“Oh Creator….” Tenderness filled Danika’s heart. She had always wondered how deeply Baski loves the king so wholeheartedly. She was a nanny to him and Princess Melia so many years years ago. And now this….

Blue empty eyes searched her face. “I can’t trade that woman and her child for anything. When Cone saw that I didn’t die, he started a hell fire for me.”

“And ten years later, the hell fire hasn’t burned completely, he took Remeta from her mother…from me…and damaged that little girl badly.”

Tears streamed down her eyes. She didn’t try to hide it either.

Scrutinizing eyes still held hers, “And today, I stared at that girl and I saw traces of a girl she would have been if disaster didnt befall us all upon her birth. Bright, beautiful and so smart….”

“It made me wonder, how Danika….the only daughter of King Cone…is able to reach into that girl’s tormented heart and soothe it?”

He added, “Is it possible that a devil can birth an angel? Or he birthed a devil who’s pretending to be an angel?”

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Vetta was having a beautiful day. Her visit to the healer of fertility was tiring but it was also successful.

The healer had given her a pill to swallow whenever she wants to have s****l pleasures with the king. She is so happy and also impatient.

When she came back from her journey, she called the maids and they bathed her and changed her clothes for her. She has the pill in her corset, she can’t wait to meet with the king!

She will seduce him in every way possible tonight and she will pleasure him so greatly, he will forget about his wretched slave, Danika.

That sweet thought in mind, she walked out of her bedroom which is in the Courtesan Quarters. She’s the only person that lives in that part of the palace because she’s the only mistress the king has.

Unlike other kings that has more than 30 mistresses. It also makes her happy and it makes her feel special.

She walked past the Servants Quarters to see the guards carrying things from Danika’s bedroom. She paused in thought.

Does it mean that the king is throwing her out? Is the king sending her back to the cage where she belongs? The cage for filthy slaves?

Just the thought left her giddy with excitement. Aaah….so many to be happy about on this noon day.

The happiness quickly left her face when she entered the Royal Chambers to see the guards carrying her belongings to the sacred bedroom.

She’d always referred to that bedroom as the sacred bedroom because no one is ever allowed in there. No one at all.

She walked closer and called one of the guards. She needed to know what’s happening.

“You! Come here!” She ordered.

The guard ran towards her. “Yes, Mistress?”

“What’s going on here?”

“The king gave orders that the slave princess’s belongings should be moved to this bedroom. She will be living in this bedroom from now on.”

Vetta was very sure she didn’t hear this man right. “What did you just say!?”

He repeated himself.

A hot lash of anger, pain and jealousy whipped through Vetta so hard, it almost drove her to her knees.

No! There is no way this is true!

She sent the guard away and started towards the King’s Chambers. There is just NO WAY this is true!!