The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 125

Vetta had a sleepless night the night before. Very restless night.

She couldn’t leave the palace all morning because her quarters were being cleaned out and it will make the maids suspicious if she goes out by that time and they out for long.

She waited impatiently, and by afternoon, the worry was almost eating out her liver. When the maids were done with their thorough cleaning of all the rooms in the Mistress Quarters, she sent them all away.

Then, she dressed up in a yellow, well-embroiled corset and a very long veil to match with it so that her face will be hidden when she goes out of the palace.

It was a very long walk as usual, because she couldn’t take the carriage. That would raise suspicion too.

She knocked on Karandy’s door when she finally arrived. It’s so cold outside and her insides are in chaos as she waited impatiently for him to open the door.

A few minutes passed before the door opened and Karandy got out.

“You left me standing out here!” She hissed as she pushed her way past him into the house.

“I’m sorry, mistress, but I had to discharge the woman that spent the night with me. We wouldn’t want her seeing you here now, would we?”

That made her calm down. “You take whores to your house every day.” Her disgust was apparent.

“A man has appetite.” Karandy only answered as he locked the door shut.

“The two women we used were caught and held in the palace dungeon.” She moved straight to the point.

“I know. I heard all about it yesterday.” He walked past her and strode into his small kitchen to make something to drink.

“What are we going to do!?” She burst out, unable to keep calm anymore. “Do you even have any idea what this means?”

He nodded, and that’s when Vetta saw his own worry too.

“I’m more worried than you are, Mistress.” He admitted, “I’m the person these women know. I’m the one that made the deal with them and gave them money.”

“You said you swore them to secrecy!” She glared hard at him.

“I did. But, you more than anybody, should know how hard it is to be interrogated by the king. Hell, just standing in front of him is as unnerving as shit. Makes a man spill his guts.” He downed the drink and slammed the wooden cup down the old table.

Vetta knows the truth of his words, and it does nothing to calm her nerves. She remembered vividly how Karandy himself implicated himself during his interrogation by the king. He was whipped and demoted as punishment.

What in hades did she get herself into?

She should have gone with her original plan. At least, that one involves just Karandy and it would have been a cleaner job.

“I know you’re thinking that we would have gone for our original plan, right?” He didn’t try to keep the smugness from his tone.

She nodded admittedly. She glared at him in superiority because she doesn’t like to be in the wrong.

At that moment, Karandy doesn’t care. “It would have been a faster and cleaner job. I put on a blindfold, ambush the both of you, get her in a dark corner, and fu¢k her brains out. You happen to watch it happen and you tell the king all about it so that she can’t hide it. So damn simple.”

He took a cigarette and a lighter from the wretched counter beside him. He lit the cigarette up and took a long drag.

He was being disrespectful to her by smoking in her presence. In a normal circumstance, she can even order him to be whipped for such blatant disrespect. But, this isn’t a normal circumstance.

“So, what do we do now?” She asked, ignoring his smoking.

He took another long drag. “I can take care of it. I can make sure those women never say a single word about me, no matter how they were interrogated.”

Hope flared in her eyes. “You can?”

He nodded once. It’s very easy to ensure that part happens.

“How will you do it?”

“I have… connections. You don’t need to know, Mistress. I can get it done but I’ll need a huge reward for it.” He plans to kidnap the children of both women and sent words to them in prison. He’ll give them a choice.

Their silence or their children.

Mothers are too predictable. He smiled within himself and took another drag of his cigarette.

“Money is never the problem.” Vetta reached into her corset and withdrew a small wrapped cloth filled with coins.

She dropped it on the table.” Just get the job done.”

Karandy took the money greedily as usual.

But this time around, he wants something else too.

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Karandy took the money greedily and dropped it on the table. But this time around, he wants something else too.

His eyes slid lustfully all over her expensive-clad body. She was clad in an expensive yellow course designed with several spreads of lace all over it. Apart from the worrying scowl on her face, the mistress is a beautiful woman.

A beautiful woman with a black heart, he conceded as his eyes did a slow once over on her. But her black heart makes her all the more attractive.

He wanted her. Has wanted her for a long time. It’s high time he makes a demand he wants.

He dropped the unfinished cigarette on the table and looked at her, “I want something else too, Mistress.”

She frowned at him. “What is it?”

He was nervous to ask, but he has no reason to be. They’re in a dangerous situation and it’s not as if she can tell on him to the king because it’ll expose her too.

He has always wanted to eat from the same plate the king eats from and even though, the woman he wants more is the former Princess Danika, the mistress will have to do for now.

He got up and walked closer to her, l**t in his eyes.

Vetta saw it, and her eyes darkened in anger. “You’d better not say what I think it is, you want to say.” She hissed.

“I can give you pleasure… Mistress.”