The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 187

Danika laid there on the mat that covered the coldness of the ground, but it did not cover the hardness of the ground. Or the coldness in her heart.

It’s been three days and she will be executed tomorrow morning.

She does not want to give up. Baski said never to give up because her child is also fighting for them. But, she can’t help that her heart is no longer strong enough to bear all this.

Tears licked from her eyes and splashed at the white cloth beside her. In between her thighs, she can feel a new wetness slip down her body. It has been like this for the past few days.

Everywhere hurts from lying on the ground. Her belly aches, either from hunger or her baby… And her heart?

The pain is excruciating.

For the past three days, she asked herself how something like this can ever happen to her? How?

Being set up this way. The King ordering her execution. And staying away.

Does he even think of her? When he lays with his mistress, does he ever have thoughts of her…?

She sniffled, closing her eyes. Today, she feels exceptionally tired.

Maybe, she can just die right here. It will save her the humiliation of having to dying tomorrow as a whore who carries another man’s child…in front of everybody.

She heard footsteps and know it’s Sally. Her Sally has been right outside her cell for the past three days. Sally and Baski are the only people that believes in her innocence.

“You have not touched the porridge. You have to eat, My Princess, please. You have not eaten anything since morning.” Sally cried sadly.

Danika couldn’t say a word. What is the good of eating when she will still die tomorrow?

That is… If she isn’t dying now.

Because her body no longer feels like her own. She feel so sleepy… Oh, so sleepy…

She closed her eyes.

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When Remeta and Corna spoke, they were not seeing the visions of the future. There were seeing the visions of the past.

Corna spoke. “She said I repulse her, but I will have her. I will have her over and over again. She refused me from the Mines, but I will have her. The former Princess recoils from my touch, thinking herself all high and mighty, and made for the King. but one-day I will be inside her. And I will enjoy that lush body like King does. Like no one else ever has. They formed a plan.” He stopped his voice in a monotone.

The King stood frozen at the door of the Library.

Then, Remeta’s monotonous voice began. “He dragged her from the backyard to the storeroom with the threat of a knife in his hand. She fought him. He hurt her. He choked her and drugged her. She fell asleep and he pulled off her clothes.”

The King turned and stared at them, his brows knitted.

Corna continued, “I have her all to myself at last, he kept saying. He positioned her body to have her but the Three Witnesses entered. The plans they made changed. That was not the plan, for he expected a maid to find the Slave in his arms.”

“He never expected the King himself.” Remeta finished, her dazed eyes looking in the general direction of the King without seeing him.

“You mean to tell me that this is what transpired between my slave and the former Slave Trainer?” The King asked, his face unreadable.

“They are seers, My King! They do not lie! Oh, the heavens intervened for her!” Baski was already crying. “It is exactly what Danika told me!”

“Yes, King. Your Slave never laid with another man. It has never been in her thought. We would see, for we have been in her head.” Came the voice of Remeta.

“Then, you must be false prophets. And these must be made-up.” King Lucien stated firmly.

“My King!” Baski gasped, horrified.

Remeta stepped forward, her gazed never blinked or fluttered. “When the Beyond speaks, the whole world listens. For words cannot be repeated. And mistakes are made when they are not heeded.”

“I have made the biggest mistake of my life, and believe me, it is not ignoring your words.” He stated matter-of-factly.

“No. Your biggest will be killing an innocent woman and her unborn child. Your own child.”

Pain flashed in his eyes. He looked away.

Remeta uttered, “You, King Lucien find it hard to give trust. Find it hard to let people in, because of what happened. If you do not believe, then, it is unfortunate. The spirits speaks. They do not convince.”

“Well, you have spoken and I am not convinced. So, you can all go, and leave me to my misery.” King Lucien turned back to his Library, “Lead them out, Baski.”

“But, My King—” Baski began.

Corna stepped forward then, “You do not want to believe because it will be too much. For it will mean that you made a bad judgment. That you collar-shocked your pregnant woman for something that was not her fault. That you almost executed an innocent woman that loves you dearly.”