The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 162

“Danika is carrying the King’s child. She is pregnant.” Vetta announced in a voice that was deceptively calm.

Karandy watched the woman who seated at the wooden chair at the other side of the room looking at him with a cool expression that revealed nothing.

It’s been two months since he saw the King’s Mistress, it particularly surprised him to hear her impatient knock on his door this morning. Another surprise is the words pouring from her mouth.

“It is not possible for her to be with child for him. Why would she risk herself so dangerously? The former princess is smart.” He contributed.

“Oh, she is very smart. And that is why she got pregnant for the king. It is a dangerous game. Either the king kills her for it, or he accepts her. If the latter happens, her status might change for the better and she will be a very important person in his life. She is smart…” Vetta conceded, before she added, “…but very foolish.”

“How did you know she’s pregnant?”

“I have my maid keep an eye on her, she reports everything to me. She is with child.” She repeated with certainty.

Karandy watched the King’s Mistress. He was surprised she isn’t raging and mad as hell. Calmness is an oddity to the woman he has come to know both physically and intimately.

“You are calm about it. Does that mean you are okay with it?” Karandy asked carefully.

Vetta laughed then. It sent a chill down Karandy’s arms. The sound was hollow and empty.

“I wouldn’t be here if I was okay with it, would I?” She g*****d at last.

No, she wouldn’t. Karandy watched the beautiful woman with deceptive calmness in her demure. No, she wouldn’t be here if she was truly okay with it.

After that day she drew sèxual pleasures from her body, she disappeared. That was two months ago. He missed her, he missed her body.

Eating from the same plate the king eats from, is a definite turn on. The feeling only intensifies because the mistress doesn’t like him at all, and she despises his status to the teeth, and yet, she spread her legs for him.

His díck jerked in his pants, he adjusted himself and walked to the other side of his small hut in an effort to mask his reaction to her. He has no plans whatsoever to do something about it. Not today.

Not when the Mistress is behaving so out-of-sort with her calmness over a finding that was supposed to make her blow with rage and shout to the moon.

They become deadly when they keep quiet, his father always said to him.

Vetta got up then. “I have to go. I have an appointment with a healer.”

Why would she have an appointment with a healer? Is she sick? Why did she come at all when she wasn’t going to give him a plan now?

He watched her warily and realized that there is something different about her. She looks…colder, meaner.

“The Courting Week is ending tomorrow morning. I plan to be on the King’s bed tomorrow night.” She informed him.

“Wouldn’t he want to spend that time with Danika?” She’d told him once before how the king favors Danika’s bed to hers.

He wouldn’t blame the king. Princess Danika is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life, and not to mention that air of Royalty around her wherever she goes.

It’s been almost a year in slavery for her, but that has never changed. Her elegance and royal sophistication remains as blatant as if she still has the expensive big clothes on.

“Wouldn’t the king want to spend tomorrow night with Danika?” He repeated to her.

“I wouldn’t be giving him a choice.” She replied simply as she began rolling her hair in order to be able to get the black mass into the hood she hid herself in when she showed up.

Her hand found the hood behind her back and she covered herself up with it. He watched her as she walked out of the door.

They become deadlier when they keep quiet.

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Danica is carrying the King’s child. She is pregnant for him.

As Vetta took steps leading to the healer’s house, these words wouldn’t stop ringing to her ears. Her hands fisted to her side, her eyes blazed in anger and banked-up rage.

How can something like this happen?

She has been trying for months now to carry the King’s Child, she has been trying. She hasn’t been able to achieve that.

Instead, she carried Karandy’s seed inside her.

It is a thought she doesn’t like remembering. This past few weeks hasn’t been good for her, only for Danika to come and ruin it completely.

As being a slave—being treated like anything less than an animal—she swore to herself that she would never go back there again. And she would have no connection to such stinky life again.

When she found out by the new healer uptown, that she is carrying a child, a few thoughts had come to her head. Like pinning the child to the king and getting everything she wants in life.

But, it made her very uncomfortable. Not being found out, but carrying something so dirty inside her.

Any child that isn’t from the king is one she does not want to carry. Over her dead body will the dirty child of that dirty bàstard remain in her.

So, she’d gone to another healer named Monah, that heals best in the twelve kingdoms and collected a herb to rid herself of the baby.

Her plan was simple. Once the child is gone, she will go back to the healer and take new sets of fertility pills.

This time around, she has confidence that it will work. A lot of women from the village testifies to this healer’s herbs, according to Talia; her maid.

The healer had given her the herbs, and assured her that it will work. She was supposed to bleed for just one day, according to Monah.

Only for her to bleed more than five days non-stop. That was two weeks ago.

On the sixth day, she’d been ready to come back to the healer but the bleeding stopped. So, she’d pushed it all away.

Today, she needs to collect fertility herbs from Monah. She needs them for the night of the morrow, to be intimate with the king.

Already, Danika has gotten pregnant before her and if she gives birth, that child will be recognized as the Firstborn of the king.

Not that she would ever give birth to that child.

Vetta smiled at the thought as she rounded the corner that leads to the healer’s house. Danika was foolish this time around.