The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 118

Baski was picking herbs with her daughter. Remeta was happy all day. Her expression was cheerful and bright. That was how it’s been for few weeks now.

It gives Baski a special kind of joy. Today, they were picking new fallen leaves.

All of a sudden, Remeta let go of her bowl and it fell to the ground. Her eyes went wide and she began crying.

A loud distressed cry filled with so much pain.

“Remeta! Remeta!” Baski dropped her own bucket and ran to her.

Remeta’s eyes remained wild, she stared at the space in front of her unseeingly. “No, no, no!”

She was crying. She was shaking her head.

Baski was filled with pain and panic at the sight. What is wrong with her daughter?

She grabbed hold of Remeta’s arms and shook her roughly. “What is it, Remeta? Talk to me!? Please, talk to me!?”

“No! Please, let them go! Let them go! They did nothing, nothing! You’re hurting Queen! And you’re hurting Prince! Prince will leave! Queen will die! Stop, pleeeeeease!!” She screamed so loud.

“Stop! Remeta! What is it!? You’re scaring me” Baski shouted in panic. She can’t understand her daughter. The former Remeta is back again…!

The mad Remeta…?

Tears filled Baski eyes when Remeta continued screaming and crying. “They did nothing! Leave Queen alone! They’re hurting prince! Prince will leave!”

“It hurts! Mama, it hurts badly!” She screamed at her mother.

Baski tried to hug her but she twisted out of her mother’s arms. “No! Please! Let her go!”

She took off in a dead run out of the woods. Tears streaming down her eyes, she was screaming on top of her lungs as she ran.

Her hair like wide fire. Her battered heart hurting.

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King Lucien do not like the gut feeling he was having.

Inside him, he does not feel so comfortable, and it has nothing to do with the fact that’s he’s out on a walk with his future Queen.

It’s courting week, and he is determined to court her well. It’s a duty required of him.

He had long resigned himself to it…just like most of the kings out there who wantd the betterment of their kingdoms. His kingdom is most vulnerable because they just got out from ten years slavery, and still picking up the pieces of their lives.

Besides, he has no illusions in his life. He also has no decision of seeing his people ever suffer again.

They need a queen. They need an heir.

His chest tightened up—a different discomfort from the first. He watched Princess Kamara as she stood in front of the river. He was seated on the wooden chair.

The same spot he sat the night before with Danika.

His mind was filled with her. He feared that if he breathed too much, he would even take in that unique scent of hers.

His head has been messed up all day. He came out to a walk with Princess Kamara, and he could only remember his walk the Danika. He does not want to be here with the princess, instead, he wants to be with his slave.

Strange. But, it is a truth he has come to realise.

He scowled at the realization. His brows knitted in thought.

Before, when he thinks of memories, his head only has his years in Mombana and the death of his family to offer him.

Now, most of his memories comprises of the times he spent with Danika. It was weird and disturbing, but it is what it is.

“Your Highness?”

The voice of the princess had him coming out of his own mind. “Mmh?”

Princess Kamara can’t read it. Or figure out whatever is going through his mind. He has this unreadable look on his eyes, but she would have sworn that he isn’t enjoying her company.

She doesn’t feel bad about it. Her mind is also occupied with her Callan.

“I said that this place is beautiful. Have you ever been here in the past, Your Highness?”

“Yes. I have been here.” He looked around the beach and he could only see Danika standing there.

The bad feeling in his gut returned, tenfold.

Kamara does not know what it Is that’s in the mind of the king, but she knows that something was bothering him.

She couldn’t ask what it is, for fear of overstepping her boundaries. His face was pulled in harsh lines, and he was scowling.

His blue eyes met her again, and she was taken aback to that very day Callan talked to him the first time.

Callan is not a talker and he has always avoided her because of their difference in status. He was never so close to her, but she never minded.

Staring into the King’s startling blue eyes, she wondered if Callan was ever thinking of her?

Her heart squeezed in her chest, and tears burned her eyes. Loving a man and getting married to another…

This is pure torture.