The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 113

Vetta watched the king who was seated behind his desk, his brows furrowed together as he scribbled down on the scroll in front of him.

“My King.” She drawled as she watched towards his desk, getting behind it and behind him.

“What is it, Vetta.” He asked without breaking his concentration from the book in front of him.

“Let me give you a massage. You must be tensed, you need to relax those muscles from time to time.” She raised her hands towards his shoulders.

“Do not put your hands on me, Vetta. Not now. I do not need the distraction.”

Vetta swallowed at the hardness of his voice. Sometimes, it’s really hard to deal with the King.

“Alright, my king.” She stepped back and forced a breezy smile. “Did you sleep well last night?”

His hand paused mid-scribble, his eyes flashed. “Yes. I slept well.” He replied in a surprisingly gentle voice.

Did anything special happen the night before? Vetta found herself wondering.

“Why are you here? It’s anything the matter?” He pulled out some fresh scrolls and opened them out in frontier of him.

“You gave me instructions few weeks ago that I should never put my hands on the Slave again in punishment, unless she commits an offense to deserve it, right?”

His hand pushed mid-scribble again, his eyes found hers for a few seconds. Then, the blue orbs went back to scrutinizing the papers in front of him.

“Yes, I did.”

“I have obeyed your wishes and your command, My king. But, yesterday, the Slave ran into me on the hallway. She pushed me down until I fell so gracelessly.” her voice was filled with fake pity and horror, “My heels were hurting…that particular part where King Cone burned me with a hot iron.”

Just as she knew it would, the last statement got to him more than the others. He can still remember that event, Vetta knows this surely.

That particular day after she’d had her miscarriage, the king had singled her out and branded her feet with hot iron.

“How is your feet?” His eyes were filled with concern as he looked at her.

She has him exactly where she wants him. “It hurt so bad the rest of the day, yesterday. Today, I can only feel it throb from time to time.” She lied smoothly.

“When she did that to me, I felt so angry and punished her by giving her a mild slap on the face but the princess—” she hissed the name out with so much hatred, “—came upon me and slapped me three times! She beat me up badly!”

The King’s brows knitted together and he scowled. “The princess?”

“Yes. Princess Kamara, your future bride!” She said through gritted teeth. It will be over her dead body that the king will get married to that witch!

Silence met her outburst.

The muscle in his jaw ticked. He reached for a new feather, and inked it in the bottle of ink in front of him.

The silence only lengthened as he withdrew the inked feather, and began drawing his letters again.

“My King!” She said impatiently.

“You know, Vetta. A king who wants to live long do not get involved with the problems, commotions, and malice between his women; the Queen, his mistresses and his Slaves.” He lectured in a calm voice.

“But, you got involved for the Slave. And you warned me off her.” She reasoned, trying to keep her anger in check.

“The slaves are the lowests in the rank and the most mistreated unjustly. You were once a slave, you know this.”

Vetta do NOT like the reminder at all. “Yes, my lord.”

He nodded without sparing her a glance. “I work hard to make sure some laws will be abolished and slaves will stop being seen as animals but instead like humans. That includes, my own slaves.”

“But, my king, that princess slapped me three times! My feet and cheeks hurt all day.” She allowed her voice to waver, sounding dangerously close to tears.

“I will speak to her about it.” He let out, finally.

“Thank you so much, my lord.” It made her feel a little better, even though, she expected more from him.

“And w-what about the Slave? Will you punish her too?” She added.

“You just told me that you’ve already punished her. I see no reason why I should do that too.” He folded the well-written scroll and kept it aside.

“Y-Yes, Your Highness.” She balled her hands to fists.

“You may go now.”

She bowed to him and started out of the door.

“Vetta?”

She turned, “Yes, My King?”

“Do not bring such matters to me again unless it’s a critical case. You do well to settle it amongst yourselves, while I see to more important matters and affairs of the state.”

“Your wish is my command, Your Highness.”

“You may go.”

She walked out of the door feeling angry, hurt and chastised. She kicked the wall in front of her with rage.

He will ‘speak’ to the princess and what about Danika!? She fumed.

Then, an idea formed in her head that caused a smile to flash in her features.

He said to settle the matter between them and take laws to their hands right?

She will be dealing with Danika today in a very very bad way. She wouldn’t be there when it happens, so that no one will suspect anything.