The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 97

Chad entered his bedroom and was most surprised when he saw Sally sitting down on the chair by the side of the bed.

His eyes mirrored his surprise. “Sally?”

Nervousness had Sally’s fingers picking on the seams of her clothes. “It’s me…” She whispered.

When Baski told her that her princess will be spending the night in the King’s Quarters, and Remeta will be sleeping in her own bedroom, Sally had decided to use the opportunity to come see him.

He has been avoiding her and when they come across each other, he’ll always keep his eyes averted, not looking her in the eyes.

After the things Baski told her about his behaviour the other night, Sally knows that she has to make the move or he’ll keep blaming himself and avoiding her.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, forcing himself to look away from her. She looks so small and beautiful sitting down in that chair.

Seeing her in his bedroom had a fierce primitive urge running through him. He’d always wondered what it’ll feel like to have her in his personal space.

That was before he did the horrendous thing he did to her the other night.

“I came t-to see you.” She said, forcing her tone to be brave.

He averted his eyes. “You shouldn’t be here. A man’s abode is no place for a lady, it’ll only cause scandal and bad reputation.”

“I’m no lady, sire. I’m a slave. I have no reputation to protect. And b-besides,” she swallowed tightly, “you know more than the others that I’m very soiled.”

Chad flinched and glanced fierced eyes at her. “Do not ever say words like that again. The things you went through did NOT make you soiled. You’re the purest person I know. Your heart above others makes you pure.”

Sally doesn’t understand understands by he’ll still say or think something like that about her. She watched his face hesitantly to know if he meant it.

She’s never seen a more sincere face before.

“T-Truly? You mean it…?” she ducked her head in shame, “The Kings they….hurt me b-badly.”

Chad doesn’t like the pain and shame in her eyes. He forgot all else, walked closer and held her shoulders. “They are the monsters with impurities, not you, Sally. You were the victim. They are the monsters. It was not your fault.”

Tears filled her eyes. “Don’t you think it’s time to tell yourself that, Chad?”

It’s the first time she has ever called his name alone, without any horrifics to it. His name on her lips has his body reacting, and he cursed himself for it.

“What?” He forced himself to ask, not understanding what she meant.

She looked him in the eyes. “Don’t you think it’s time you tell that to yourself? What happened wasn’t your fault. You aren’t the monster.”

His jaw locked and he tried to pull away from her, but she held him tight. Her wide innocent eyes implored him.

“You don’t understand, Sally.” He g*****d at last.

“I do. If it’s not my fault, then it’s not your fault too. Please, s-stop avoiding me. It hurts me.” She lowered her head on his chest and laid herself bare to him in a few words.

“I don’t ever want to hurt you, Sally. I just—“

“Shhh….” She placed a finger to his mouth. “If you don’t ever want to hurt me, then, please…stop pushing me away….”

Chad looked down at her helplessly. She deserves so much better than him.

But, he doesn’t think he can keep pushing her away. May the Creator help him with how much he wants to make this girl his.

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Danika is in the King’s Chambers translating and writing when she heard the angry voice of the mistress outside.

“I said let me in right now!” She barked at the guards.

“The king said we shouldn’t let anybody in, mistress.” One of them said apologetically.

“But the king is not in there.” The mistress hissed.

“He’s in the Royal Court. But his slave is inside and the king gave orders not to let anybody in.”

Silence. Only silence met the guard’s words, Danika heard nothing else.

Vetta on the other hand was stunned that the King is not inside his bedroom but Danika is. And he’d ordered no one else in? Why?

Could it be that she’s under some kind of punishment? Has he finally decided to punish her for all the wrongs she’s been doing?

Excitement had Vetta’s heart swelling. She needed to know what’s happening.

She kept her voice fierce as she yelled to the guard, “Let me in this instance!”

“But, mistress—“

“Now!” She yelled.

The guard quickly worked the locks and opened the door for her. She strode past him into the King’s Chambers and stopped short at the sight in front of him.

Danika was seated on a desk beside the King’s desk with the King’s scrolls and parchments spread out in front of her.

She wasn’t getting punished. She was working. She was working alone on the King’s Chambers.

Vetta’s b***d ran cold. Anger replaced excitement. “What do you think you’re doing!?” She hissed.

Danika bowed her head slightly in acknowledgement. “The king ordered me to work for him while he’s attending to matters of the court.”

“H-He left you all alone here in his chambers? Why?”

“I don’t know, mistress. I’m not entitled to know why the king does the things he does. He only said that I shouldn’t leave because I’ll be spending the night in his bed.” She explained calmly.

Vetta bit her lips hard to keep from spewing the curses that filled her mouth. She’s been spending the night all the time in this bedroom lately.

The same bed that’s been here for quite sometime and she, Vetta, never slept on it before. Not until he had Danika on it.

He’d warned her to stop punishing Danika unnecessarily or she would have slapped the devil out of Cone’s daughter just for sitting on a desk beside the King’s.

She fisted her hands. She longs to put her hand on her, see her hurt and hear her scream.

Calm down, Vetta. Stay Calm. It’s only a matter of time.

She calmed herself inwardly with these words. Indeed, it’s only going to last for a few little while and then, she’ll set her plans in motion.

Slow and steady always wins the race. Also a little bit of patience.

“Alright then. Tell the king I’ll see him in the morning.” She turned and matched out of the bedroom.

Danika watched her in puzzlement. She’d expected the mistress to behave badly again. To beat her up or draw her hair like she always does.

She wondered why the mistress didn’t do anything like that? Did the king grant her reward?

She doesn’t know. She wished that would be the case as she picked up the inked feather and continued writing.

Away from the King’s Chambers, Vetta walked so far away from the palace. She might not know much about reading and writing but she knows how to send signals and how to interpret them.

She tore out a piece of her clothing, wrapped it up as she entered the woods. She whistled to a messenger bird.

The bird came and perched on her arm. She tied the piece of clothing to the leg of the bird and sent the bird to the direction of the former slave trainer’s house.

She smiled as she watched the bird fly away.