The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 18

Chad wrapped her up like the King ordered and carried her out of the room. Danika slept exhaustedly in his arms while he carried her away from the King’s quarters, down to the servant quarters.

He just rounded the corner when he saw Vetta coming forward. She took one look at them, and her eyebrows shot up.

“What’s wrong with her?” She asked as she strode forward, her forehead knitted in a frown.

“She had a session.” Chad answered simply.

A smile spread across Vetta’s face and her heart lifted. She wants the Princess to keep suffering for everything her family did to them. No amount of pain is enough.

“She passed out? Which session? The whip? Strip session? Crawl and torture? Devil’s session? Which one?” She called most of the names the slaves had given most of the torture sessions over the years, barely able to curb her excitement.

“It wasn’t any of those, Mistress.”

That had Vetta frowning again. She took a good look Danika who was wrapped up in a white sheet, her face peaceful in sleep.

She searched for bruises, but couldn’t find any. Surely, that white sheet is supposed to be stained with b***d? Where are the bloods?

She placed her hand on the sheet, opening them a bit, but she only sure white flawless skin. No bruises.

When she tried to search deeper, Chad reacted for the first time, taking a step back with the bundle wrapped in his arms.

“She’s sleeping. The king gave instructions not to wake her.” He said, politely.

She clamped up. “Why would the king give instructions like that!?”

“I don’t know why the king does the things he does, Mistress Vetta.”

Vetta was practically spitting fire, trying to figure out what’s going on. “The king took s****l pleasures from her?”

Chad nodded reluctantly.

“Who finished for him? Her!?” She tensed up.

“I did.”

She relaxed a bit. Better Chad than the stinky slave. The king has no likeness for men in a carnal way. She and Chad knows this personally.

But, some things just don’t add up.

She faced Chad again, staring at him defiantly, and he lowered his head in respect for her.

They’re no more slaves, and Chad is in a very respectable position where everybody treats him with respect. The King’s personal guard, is no small position at all.

But all in all, she’s still at the head. She’s his mistress, and the king has no queen yet, so she’s definitely at the top. And she’s going to be Queen.

“So, if she served the king why is she this way?” She asked haughtily.

“The king rewarded her for being good.” He answered rather reluctantly and left it at that. Knowing Vetta, she’ll pick it up soon.

She did. Her eyes darkened in anger, sheer disbelief and confusion.

“He gave her pleasure…?” She could barely get the word out of her tight throat.

Chad shrugged, “It’s a pleasure session. She fell asleep on his bed.”

“Don’t give me that! You and I know that there’s no such session as pleasurable!” She narrowed her eyes, “How can he do something like that!? After everything we went through!?”

“I’m not entitled to know why the king does the things he does.”

His answer only infuriated Vetta all the more but then, it actually dawned on her what he just said. “What? On his bed….?”

Jealousy was riding her hard. He never allowed her to sleep on that bed…ever. “Why would he allow a slave like her on his bed?”

Chad almost told her that he’s the king and that gives him right to do everything he wants to do. He almost reminded her that the king went through hell too, she’s not the only person that did, so why is she taking it so personal?

He has always been a man of few words, so he said nothing.

“Where’s the king!?” She hissed.

“In his chambers. Although, I’m not sure he’ll like to be distur—“

She stormed past him in anger and took angry strides away.

Chad continued forward until he arrived at Danika’s room. He was about to open the door when the door swung open.

Sally rushed out of the room, took one look at him and the way he carried the Princess, and burst out crying.

“He has k-killed her?” The kings kill slaves all the time, it means nothing. A slave is just an animal not human, it means nothing if their b***d is shed.

That’s exactly the rules of King Cone….and so many other kings.

“She’s not dead, Miss. She’s just sleeping.” He carried her inside the house and dropped her on the bed, gently.

Danika sighed, shifted comfortably and settled back into sleep.

Sally let out a deep breath of relief and bowed her head rapidly in greetings. “Thank you so much, sir. Thank you so much.”

He was embarassed by her enthusiastic greetings. Chad knows this girl so much, starting from his period in captivity.

“You’re welcome, miss.” He inclined his head.

Sally blushed fiery red and ducked her head. “I’m not ‘miss’, I’m no girl of privilege, sir. I’m just Sally.”

Chad nodded, and left the house.

Sally stared worriedly at her princess. She confirmed her stead rise and fall in breathing, she was able to relax a little. She’s not dead. She’s just sleeping.

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Vetta stormed to the door of the king, but the two guards on the door blocked her way. It’s actually the first time she was blocked from seeing king, it made her really mad.

“Get out of the door, now!” She commanded them.

They bowed their head. “I’m so sorry, mistress. The messenger is in the room and the king instructed that nobody should disturb.”

She stopped and listened carefully. She couldn’t hear a thing. The King’s chambers has really thick walls, but she wasn’t exactly thinking clearly at that moment too.

“I dare you to place a filthy finger on me!” She stormed past them and pushed the big door open.

She stopped short when she saw that indeed, she just interrupted an important business.

A message man stood at the center of the room with a long scroll, reading out loud from it while the King sat behind his desk listening attentively.

When she stormed in, they stopped and stared at her. Anger darkened King Lucien’s eyes.

“Vetta?” One word. A loaded question.