The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 166

“Come and seat with me. I do not want to eat alone. I do not want you to go.”

Danika turned towards him at the deep baritone of his voice, her heart doing a summersault.

He doesn’t want her to go. He wants her to stay with him.

“As you wish, Your Highness.” She replied hoarsely.

She walked back to the dinning table and sat down beside him. He dug into the broth in front of him, scooping it up and into his mouth.

She watched him eat, keeping quiet because she knows how much he loves his silence. There was no food in front of her, she wasn’t really hungry.

Just having this moment to watch him eat was enough to feel whatever hunger in her. She loves him that much.

Folding her hands on her laps, she resisted the urge to caress her baby. It’s a bad habit she has developed over the past few weeks; touching and caressing her belly in private whenever she’s thinking of the King.

A bad habit, considering her situation. But, one she couldn’t stop.

The king raised his head, catching her watching him. Her cheeks heated at being caught and she quickly lowered her eyes.

“Guards.” He spoke in that calm voice of his.

A few seconds passed. The door opened and Zariel entered, “You summoned me, My Lord?”

“Go to the kitchen and get an extra plate of food. Do not forget to get a basin of water and linen towels too.” He ordered, chewing softly on the meat in his mouth.

“Your wish is my command, Your Highness.” Zariel answered immediately, and hurried out of the room.

“I am not hungry, My King.” Danika protested softly. These days, her appetites has taken a vacation away from her. Not that Baski cares.

The older woman always forces her to eat everything, saying it’s good for her child. She does try her best to eat them, but she has very little appetite.

The king glanced at her. “You look a little skinnier. You will eat.”

She swallowed a gasp at his innate observation. It was almost creepy, how he would notice the very slight difference in her weight.

She was suddenly thankful that she’s been wearing big double corsets lately to hide her condition. He would have noticed otherwise.

You will spend the night naked in his arms tomorrow, Danika. He will definitely find out.

She shut her mind against the frightening thought and focused on watching the king eat in silence. She watched the way he scooped up some little potatoes and directed to his mouth.

The door opened and Zariel entered with an identical tray to the one the king is eating with.

If the king noticed that he brought food for her in a plate meant for a Queen to eat from, he said nothing. Instead, he picked up the wine and drank from it.

Zariel walked around the table towards her, and dropped the tray of food in front of her. In the minute that followed, he set the food as it should be in front of her before he bowed to the king and walked out of his chambers.

She thanked him for the food and dug into her plates. They eat in a comfortable silence.

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Vetta was coming back from Karandy’s house. She was having a very beautiful day as she rounded the corner that leads to the gate of the palace.

A small body bumped into her, dragging her out of her thoughts. She looked down to see a small boy who wouldn’t be passed the age of seven staring up at her.

“How dare you throw such dirty body at me!? Do you want me to have you whipped!?” She hissed angrily, shoving the boy hard.

The child fell and began crying. A heavily pregnant woman ran towards them and her eyes widened when she saw who her child ran into.

“I-I’m so sorry, Mistress. Please, forgive my son! I’m sorry!” The woman cried, fear gripping her because she knows the rumors about the King’s Mistress being short-tempered and intolerable.

“He should have looked where he was going, the hellion!” Vetta hissed.

The woman’s eyes widened at the anger in the mistress’s voice. The woman knelt down and began crying and begging. She fears her son will be taken into the palace and whipped.

Vetta dusted her dress clean, hating the dirtiness she was feeling. She turned to the boy and narrowed her eyes at him, “Make sure you look where you’re going, next time!”

The boy only cried harder, running to his mother to hug her tight.

Vetta noticed she was beginning to draw the attention of other people, so, she turned and stormed away. “Ugly dirty lowlifes!” She fumed as she walked.

She arrived at the palace, her thoughts going back to Karandy. A smile touched her cheeks, wiping out the ugly event from outside the palace a few moments ago.

The useless bàstard really has no idea.

There is so much more to her plan than he knows. She will be killing three birds with one stone. That includes; Danika, her child and the idiót, Karandy.

For the first time in a few weeks she has something to smile about. Something really cool. She headed for the King’s Quarters.

She reached the door but Zariel stopped her. “The king is having dinner. He does not like to be disturbed.”

Of course, she knows he doesn’t like to be disturbed when he’s eating. She has no plans to invoke his anger by doing so.

“I will come back later.” She turned to leave and stopped when her eyes caught at the closed window.

Two shadows sitting down and eating. The king and Danika.

She pushed down the anger she felt. It doesn’t matter, they have limited time to spend together in the future, anyway.

Let Danika have this moment.

She turned and walked away. Reaching into petticoat, she withdraw the Fertility Pills she got from Monah. He will be hers tomorrow night, she will make sure of that.