The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 89

What brings you here, Mistress?” Karandy asked, curiosity overriding everything else.

He was kneeling before her. He can’t stop wondering what the King’s mistress is doing here. Visiting him.

He isn’t a privileged person, he is lowborn. The King’s mistress shouldn’t be anywhere near him at all, but here she is, in his small living room.

She was looking around the house, but she looked in thought. Her big beautiful corset covered the floor she stood on, sewed with so much lace and glistening with diamonds.

She smelled of money. Power. Privilege. Everything he has always wanted.

“Do you know the slave called Danika?” She asked him at last, her eyed coming to rest on his face.

Just at the mention of her name, anger infused Karandy. Of course, he knows that bitch of a woman. That whore that almost got him killed!

“Yes, I know her, mistress.” He tired to keep his violating loathing reaction to himself, but Vetta saw right through him.

She smiled in satisfaction. “Oh, you’ll do.”

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“What do you want from me, mistress?” Karandy asked.

Vetta turned away from him. “Danika is overstepping her boundaries in the palace. After everything we suffered in the hands of her father, we don’t need to suffer more in her filthy hands.”

“The king hates her so much, he wants to keep her as his slave by his side. But I want her really messed up and trashed around. So many look at her and they still see her former status around her…” she hissed out calmly, “…I don’t know how that is possible when she’s dressed in rags, but I want to put an end to that too.”

She allowed him a moment to digest that. Then, she continued, “The king still sees her that way because he is the only male that has taken s****l pleasures from her body. He also deflowered her.”

“But, I heard that the kings has introduced her.” He said, still reeling from the knowledge that it’s the king that deflowered Danika, and that can only be months ago when she became a slave.

Virgins in their world is as rare as a snow in summer. It’s impossible, except for young females under the age of twelve. Even privileged females, have ordered their slaves to pleasure them from time to time.

And she had been a pure untouched female few months ago? Just the thought had his d**k hardening for her after a few weeks of trying to put her away from his mind.

“Yes, the king introduced her….to kings. Men of privileged status. They are the only ones that has known her body.” She stated with resentment.

She continued, “She is a slave and a slave should tumble with lowborns, and the lowest of the low. She still carries herself like a princess. But when she truly tumbles with lowborns, then, she will see herself like the trash she is. The king will see her as one because we will make it look like she was slut that begged for it. He is an unpredictable man, he might even order her execution.”

Karandy nodded his understanding, listening attentively.

Vetta looked away. “When I was a slave, I don’t forget the way it feels when an unwashed man who has tumbled the muds forces his body on mine. No matter how you wash, you still feel dirty…even though I was born a slave.”

“I want Danika to know that feeling. She was born a princess, so, the feeling will be worse. The King’s aversion for human touch was because of this.” She revealed.

“The king hates human touch?” He asked.

“Everybody’s.” Except Danika, she fumed in her mind, remembering what she saw last night.

Karandy wasn’t offended about it being thrown in his face that he’s a lowborn and had tumbled the muds. Instead, he was keeping himself from feeling too excited about where this is leading.

“So, what is the plan?” He g*****d.

“I will send the messenger bird to you when it’s time. I will bring the slave out of the palace into the woods. You and any number of men you came with can attack us, throw me aside because I’m not late King Cone’s daughter…after all, you all came specifically for her. You can have your way with her. Whatever you want to do, but don’t kill her.”

She watched her manicured nails with a little smile on her face. “I need to see the results of it all, so don’t kill her. I want to watch the life drain out of her while she’s still alive and I want the king to watch it too.”

Karandy always knew that this mistress has a wicked streak on her, he has always suspected it whenever he sees her in town but now, he is faced fully by what she’s capable of.

He almost pitied Cone’s daughter. Almost. He bets that she’s still traumatized from whatever those kings did to her in that courtroom, the woman carries her body like it’s made in gold. And it was gold.

She was a princess. Not just any princess, the princess of Mombana kingdom, the most powerful kingdom of all the twelve kingdoms.

So, yes, her beautiful body is indeed Gold. Coupled with the fact that she was unsoiled months ago and she has only known the beds of kings. Men who has eaten power so much, they don’t know what to do with a woman’s body anymore.

“Your wish is my command, Mistress. I can’t wait to hear from the messenger bird.” He licked his lips, my d**k fully lengthened just at the plan.

What he knows to come. He can’t wait to put his hands on Danika. The things he will do to her…

Revenge and l**t crowded his visions.

“Good.” She threw a wrapped sack of coin at him. “That is half of your payment. I will give you the rest when it’s done.”

His eyes widened. It was a big amount of money, he thought as he pressed his hand to the coins. “Thank you so much, Mistress.”

She pulled her cloak over her head and walk past him to the door. She swung it open, “Wait for the messenger bird.”

She walked past the door and banged it close.