The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 169

Danika was tired and worn out by the time the project finished.

She took Corna back to his mother’s house and dropped him at the front porch. Lowering herself to become eye level with the boy, she ruffled his hair again. “You’ll be fine, Corna. Be a good boy, okay?”

Corna nodded obediently. “You are a good Qween… Very beautiful Qween.”

Danika smiled at him, even as she wondered what’s with the little boy addressing her the same way Remeta addressed her? “I’m not a Queen. I was a princess, Corna. But now, I’m not anymore…”

The boy reluctantly released his finger from his mouth with a pop. He moved closer and placed his little hand on her belly. He touched every corner of it like a doctor would do during examination.

He looked up to her confused face and smiled. “Pwince of Rwain. Evewything will be fine.”

Danica returned his smile even though she doesn’t understand most of his halting words. The door opened and his mother came out with a warm smile. She thanked Danika about everything.

“Because of you and the king, we will have so much to eat again. We have water again. Thank you so much. You are so different from your father. I am so sorry that you have been hated because of him. You are a good woman, Princess Danika. ” The woman smiled at her before she took Corna into the small house.

Danika’s heart was filled with happiness as she walked away from the premises. It was a good day today.

Her happy mood only lasted until she entered her bedroom and Baski informed her that the King will be spending the night with his mistress, in her bedroom.

She should feel relief—it will buy them more time to tell the king about her pregnancy, which she and Baski has already decided they would do on the morning of the morrow. If the king doesn’t spend the night with her, he wouldn’t have to find out by himself and accuse her of betrayal.

She should be giddy with relief. But all, she felt was sadness. Her chest tightened and her eyes watered.

She turned away from Baski, so she wouldn’t see her tears. “It’s a good thing for me anyway. I can just use this opportunity to get some much needed sleep. I’ve been so stressed, I need the rest and—“

Baski came to her front and hugged her close. “It’s okay to feel bad, Danika. No one ever gets used to the bitter fact that a man who was supposed to be hers, is in the company of another woman.”

Danika swiped the tears away. “The king is not mine.”

“You’re right, he isn’t. You are not the only woman the king has. Several mistresses and slaves belong to the king, but a King belongs to his Queen.”

The answer only made her hurt the more. It reminded her of the things she can never have. Of her former status she lost.

“Our king already has his future Queen but guess who he has feelings for?” Baski added.

Danika stiffened, pulling back to see the older woman’s face clearly.

Baski nodded, “I don’t know what those feelings are, and I can bet that he has no idea too. But, he has feelings for you, Danika. Feelings that is not hate. Feelings that he does not have for any other woman that belongs to him.”

Baski smiled as she began walking to the door, “Why don’t you keep that in mind as you try to get that much-needed sleep? And you’re going to need that sleep very well. It’s a big day tomorrow. And we don’t know what it will bring.”

After, she left, Danika walked to the bed and sat down on it. Her heart light and filled with hope.

Does the King really have feelings for her?

Well, Baski was right about one thing. It is a big day tomorrow. They will go together and break the news of her pregnancy to the king. No more going back.

What will tomorrow bring?

Will it change her life for the better?

Will it change her life for the worse?

Will tomorrow end her life?

She took her bath and came back to her bedroom. Lying on the bed in a simple nightcloth, she couldn’t shake the bad feeling that settled in her guts

Why does it feel like tomorrow will change her life forever?

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Vetta spent half of the night reminiscing their days in captivity. It made the King on edge and as hours passed, he was tensed like a coiledsnake waiting to snap.

It was exactly what Vetta wanted. Why would he want to forget what they’d been through!? Why would he try to forget what shaped him to the man he is now!?

She took her fertility pills around midnight, the bone-weakening pills already wearing off like the woman told her. An hour after taking her pills, she was hôrny as hell and ready to have the King to herself.

He was lying behind her, tensed and ready to sleep. But he’s always been a man who sleep does not favor, so she knows he’s awake even when he’s as quiet as the blazes.

She turned towards him and reached boldly for him. She does not think it’s possible for him to get more tense but that happened when she placed a hand on his chest.

“Not tonight, Vetta.” His deep g***n made his throat vibrate.

“I need you, My King. I need you so much.” She whispered, untying his rope.

His hand stopped hers. Blue eyes like bottomless pits of hell met her face. “You are sick. You do not need this.”

“Yes, I do. Please… It’s been so long. Danika came along and you no longer want me. You treat me like I’m dirty, like you no longer want me. It pains me.” Her voice sad, she articulated.

“Vetta—“

She rose from the bed and pulled off her clothes.