The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 160

Her hand touched her stomach caressingly. Her belly is no longer as flat as it used to be, there’s a slight bump to it.

And while she can easily pass it up for something she ate, how does it she explain the hard surface of her belly?

Karama’s stay in Salem has protected her for long. She has spent time with the king outdoors. Taking walks, riding with him, strolling the lanes with him.

She smiled at the memory. After that night in the King’s Chambers, he has become freer with her. Closer to her.

She has come to crave and enjoy every single minute they spend together.

He hasn’t taken sèxual intimacies from her again since that night, in respect for the Courting Week. They k**s a lot and she has even taken him into her mouth and sucked him occasionally, but they haven’t had sèx since then.

He must be sating himself with his future Queen. Her chest constricted at the thought like it does always. She tried not to think about it.

It becomes easier to deal with, if she isn’t thinking about it. Kamara is going to be his Queen. One day, Kamara will be married to him and become his legally.

Every princess is raised with the concrete thought of how important it is to be joined with a Prince or a King in holy matrimony. His wife will always come first before his mistresses. And then, his slaves.

Kamara will always come first to him. And then, Vetta.

She blinked hard, pushing the pain away. There are so many other problems to think about right now.

Like the fact that the Courting Week will be ending tomorrow and Princess Kamara is going back to her kingdom.

And the king has already told her told her something in the morning when she served him the tea madam Baski gave her to take to him.

He’d drawn her closer, his eyes sliding all over her hungrily. He’d placed his head on her swollen bossom and g*****d, “You will spend tomorrow night with me, Danika. Here, in my bed. All night.”

A shiver of anticipation and dread went down her body at the reminder.

She got up from the grass and walked towards Remeta. She pulled the girl’s arm, causing her to stop plucking the flowers and look at her.

“Remeta…?”

“My beloved Queen.” She replied with a pure smile.

Danika knelt down to become eye level with her. She began in a gentle, coaxing tone. “Please, Remeta, you have to save me. Save my child… ‘The prince’ like you call him. The Courting Week has ended and I need the king to know that I’m carrying his child before he finds out by himself and think I’ve betrayed him by keeping it from him. Not to mention when he gets the idea to his head that he isn’t the father of our child, I shudder to think of what will happen to me then.”

She shook Remeta’s arms slightly, to see the intensity of her pleas. “Please, Remeta, you have to go to him and tell him please. I’m tired of carrying this secret, it’s too heavy. It’s weighting me down, stressing me badly. I don’t know what else to do. Please Remeta…?”

Silence met her pleas.

Her knees on the grass began hurting as time passed, it seems like forever.

Then, Remeta placed her hand on her cheek. “My beautiful Queen…”

“Yes, Remeta?” She answered readily and hopefully.

“Beware of the Three ‘W’.” Was all she whispered before she turned and ran away.

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Danika walked hand in hand with Remeta after their time in the garden. She hasn’t been able to get a meaningful response or anything at all from Remeta.

It worries her and made her feel on the verge of tears. Her time has ran out. The near future isn’t looking good for her.

They were almost at the front of the palace when she saw Kamara and her personal maid, Henna. They were coming out of the Royal Quarters.

Kamara saw her and her steps faltered. Danika watched the princess warily. Kamara has been really scarce in the past few weeks, she’s exactly the typical princess like she was.

Always holed up in her room. Reading, reading, eating, more reading. Is that what it is or is there another reason?

Danika took another look at Kamara’s oval face and noticed the few almost invisible details she missed the first time.

Kamara’s eyes are dull and she looked tired. Not physically. Emotionally tired and sad.

“Give me a minute, Henna.” Kamara said with a look over her shoulders.

“Yes, My Princess.” Henna agreed with a bow of her head. She turned and walked back through the hallway they came out from.

Danika turned to tell Remeta to excuse them too, but Remeta already ran towards the other side of the palace, probably in search of her mother.

Kamara started walking close, and Danika met her at the center. Danika inclined her head slightly. “Princess Kamara.”

“I already told you to call me by my name, Danika.” She continued walking, leaving Danika to walk with her.

Danika matched her steps with hers. Silence descended between them as they walked. The silence was supposed to be comfortable, but for some reason, Danika felt tensed.

“Are you angry at me for something?” She blurted out suddenly, as soon as the thought popped into her head. That, would explain a lot of things.

Like the reason why Kamara hasn’t seek her out for the past few weeks. And, when they run into each other in the hallway, she only inclines her head and keep going without stopping.

Her chest constricted at the appalling thought. “You ARE angry at me.” It wasn’t a question this time.

Kamara said nothing, just kept on walking.

Danika worried on the inside, but she remained cool on the outside. Her elegance and sophisticated demure mirrored Kamara’s with each step, they looked like sisters.