The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 128

“I know it’s stupid too.” Danika said cluelessly, “Carrying the King’s child… It’s a good thing the child is no longer in me…”

But, even as she said that the tears wouldn’t stop falling from her eyes.

Baski’s eyes went wide open. She can’t believe this…! It’s just too impossible…!

“Who’s the child was that, Danika?” She blurted out.

Danika looked confused and surprised at the same time. “Madam Baski…?”

Baski’s hand reached out and took Danika’s hand into hers. She squeezed in agitation. “Tell m-me the truth, you know I’ll never tell on you, right? The king will never find out…! We’ll bury it here and treat it like it never happened! As far as you promise me that it’ll never happen again, the king will never find out! But, you have to tell me who’s child you carried!?”

Danika’s shocked mouth opened, but Baski rushed on, clearly flustered and agitated.

“Were you raped? Who did it!? Why did you try to cover it up…!?” She shook Danika’s hand again, “Just tell me everything, Danika, I need to know! Please!?”

Danika was speechless. She wiped the tears from her eyes to see Baski clearly. She replayed every word Baski just said, and it dawned on her that the older woman thinks a man—who’s not the king—laid with her.

Baski thinks that she carried another man’s child.

“No!” Danika snatched her hand from Baski’s, at the shocking realization. “No! Never! No other man has ever been with me that way, Madam Baski! Never!”

Her head began pounding, her heart racing, but she ignored those feelings and settled intense eyes on Baski. “It’s always been the king! He’s the only man that I’ve ever been intimate with, Baski! He’s the man that took my virginity and it’s been him ever since! Why will I degrade myself that way to be with another man?”

She raised her chin in regality, her eyes filled with fire. “I might be a slave now, Baski. I might be in plain clothes and do chores and mingle with all sorts of people. But, I’ll never degrade myself that way to let another man put his hands on me when I already belong to the king! I’ll never do something that despicable and it hurts me that you’ll think so low of me like that.”

She finished, swiping the tears from her eyes again. She glared at Baski haughtily.

Baski raised trembling hands to cover her mouth. That intensity…that innocence…that disgust in Danika’s eyes cannot be faked.

“Oh, Creator…! No…” Baski shook her head in sheer disbelief, “No… It can’t be…”

Danika was the one who took one of Baski’s hands this time around and placed it to her own chest.

Their eyes held and she whispered, “I swear on my life. I swear on my mother’s grave.”

“No!” Baski snatched her hands away and tears began rolling out of her eyes in big waves. “Heavens! No, oh, Creator! His child…? His child…!? Oh, heavens! Gods! Creator!”

“Baski…?” Danika called her name, shocked at her reaction. Why is she this way?

Baski wasn’t looking at her. Instead, she kept exclaiming, her eyes wide. When she rose from the bed, Danika though she wants to leave the bedroom.

But, Baski began crying earnestly. “His child…?” She cried so much pain in her voice.

“Baski, what’s wrong?” Danika was beginning to feel scared. She tried to move to go to Baski, but her body hurts, protesting the movement.

Baski sobbed like a woman who heard her child died. She clutched her chest and her legs gave out. She fell to the ground and only kept crying. “The King’s child…?”

“Please, you’re scaring me… Please, stop crying, Madam Baski… I swear, I didn’t do anything wrong… Please, stop…” Danika pleaded, feeling very bad to hear the broken sobs from the older woman.

Baski crawled closer to her and took hold of her hand. “You can’t loose that baby, Danika…! You just c-can’t…!”

“B-But—” Danika doesn’t understand anything. It hurts her to see strong Baski fall apart his way. “Tell me what’s wrong, please, tell me how to help you…?”

Baski shook her head sorrowfully. “You can only help me by that child, Danika… Oh, Creator, please…! Why!? Why!? Danika, please help me…” she cried.

“How!? How do I help you…? Please, tell me what to do!?” Danika shifted from the bed, ignoring the shards of pain that spread through her body.

She reached for Baski, pushed the older woman’s head beneath her chest and cradled her head there. She began rocking her softly, “It’s alright. Please, stop crying…”

Baski shifted her head to Danika’s belly and only cried harder. “How c-can this happen? Oh, my Creator!?”

Danika can’t comprehend much, but she did give Baski soothing words, while rocking the woman as gentle as she can. “It’s okay, Baski. Please, stop crying.”

It only made Baski cry harder.