The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 156

Vetta knocked on the door of Princess Kamara’s bedroom. She waited impatiently for the door to open. She knocked again and again and again.

Finally, she heard footsteps and the door opened. The princess stood behind the door, and from the look of it, it doesn’t look like she’s been sleeping.

“What are you doing in my bedroom?” Kamara asked, surprised to see the mistress standing behind her door.

“I need you to come and see something.” Vetta stated to her. The mistress looked a little smug too.

Kamara crossed her hands. “Why would I want to go anywhere with you in the middle of the night? For all I know you might be a woman of bad mind and you would want to harm me.”

“Why would I want to do that!?” Vetta hissed. She didn’t like the insult…being addressed as a woman with a bad mind.

“I do not know. You tell me.”

“Listen, I only want to show you something, I wanna be of help. You can either agree to go with me or you don’t. Either way, I won’t stand around wasting my time and getting insulted.” Vetta turned and matched out of her the door.

She walked slowly, watching behind her through the corner of her eyes. She really hopes that the princess will get curious and follow her.

She walked a few more steps before she heard faint elegant footsteps behind her. She turned smugly, her eyebrows raised as she looked at the princess.

Princess Kamara already has her robes on to cover her nightie. “This better be worth my time, Mistress Vetta. I do not have time I waste a lot.”

Vetta smiled wickedly, “Oh, it’s so going to be worth your time. Tell me, Princess, do you like to be disrespected?”

“You must be dumb to ask, Mistress. No princess likes to be disrespected.”.

“My thoughts exactly.” Vetta smiled wickedly, still leading the way.

Kamara cocked her head in thought, wondering what the woman is up to. They walked in silence through the hallways until they arrived at the King’s Chamber.

“What are we doing here?” Kamara asked, confused.

“Follow me.” Vetta said simply. She really wished that the king hasn’t sent Danika away. Kamara really needs to see this.

She walked towards the window and quietly drew the curtain open. She looked inside. Her heart tightened with rage and satisfaction.

It’s even worse this time around. The king still laid on the floor—ON THE FLOOR—with Danika wrapped tightly in his arms and the blanket spread over them.

They were sleeping like two lovers that found each other and never wanted to let go ever again. Stupidly pathetic!

“What ate you doing, Mistress Vetta!?” Kamara kept her voice very down as she hissed. It’s a very punishable crime to be spying on the king.

Vetta masked her rage, and plastered a smile on her face. “Come and see, Princess.”

“I am not moving an inch.” Kamara declared.

“Trust me, you don’t want to miss this.”

Kamara took a deep breath and walked closer towards her. Vetta stepped aside and crosses her arms. The princess looked through the window.

Vetta waited smugly with her arms crossed as she waited for the princess to come to terms with the sight before her.

She watched Kamara’s face closely. Blatant shock that slackened her jaw and left her mouth wide open was her first reaction. And then, her face closed up.

Kamara remained by the window, just staring inside as time passed. She couldn’t stop staring at King Lucien and Danika curled up in the floor, their body tightly pressed together.

The king do not like to be touched, that observation was the main reason why it shocked the devil out of her to find him in this position with Danika.

“Oh.” Was all she said.

Vetta know they couldn’t stay for long. “We have to be out of here before we get into trouble.”

Kamara nodded and pulled back from the window. She followed the mistress and they walked well away from the King’s Chambers.

“So, tell me Princess, was it worth your time or not?” Vetta drawled smugly.

Finally, it started making sense to Kamara. The reason why the king was so hesitant in taking her to his bed. The reason why he couldn’t summon her, not once in all the two weeks she’s been here.

Finally, she understood what that look is on Danika’s face all the time whenever she is staring at the king. Of course, it is love. How could she have missed this?

Danika is very much in love with the king. So in love, she wears it on her face. And the king? He must love her too, to be in that position with her. It all made sense finally.

“Are you not going to say anything?” Vetta huffed in frustration when the princess remained silent on their way back.

“What do you want me to say?” She asked calmly.

What!? That was NOT what Vetta expected.

She expects the princess to be raving mad and angry right now. To barge into the King’s Chambers and demand for an explanation and an apology from the king for disrespecting her like this. To have Danika whipped for such insolence.

Her, taking it so coolly isn’t what Vetta wants at all.

Vetta turned to her when they walked far away. “It’s Courting Week. You’re in your bedroom while the king summons his slave to sate his hunger every night. He prefers his slave to you, and this is your week. Tell me you do not feel disrespected.”