The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 202

Baski matched the King’s step as they walked out of the Consultation Room together. He has not said anything to her, and she waited patiently, knowing he does have something to say.

“Thank you so much, Baski.” He g*****d at last.

She lifted her head to look at him, “For what?”

“For everything. For not giving up on Danika. You were actually the only one that believed in her…believed that she could have never laid with another man and pin that man’s child on me.

Thank you for always standing for what you believe in, even when no one had the same belief you did. You have always seen the best in people.”

His words melted her heart, Baski smiled up at him. “Thank you so much, Your Highness.”

“Why did you go through so much pain to save me all those years ago, Baski?” He asked the one question that has perturbed him from time to time.

The suddenness of the unexpected question took her aback.

They passed a guard that bowed his head to the King who acknowledged the greeting by nodding his head slightly. She watched the guard continue walking down his path.

“I raised you and Melia right from the time you were both children. I watched you two grow up…the both of you were always in my heart. You were the kids I never had.” Baski began.

“Then my dear husband, Tedda, died when I was pregnant for Remeta after ten years of barrenness. Words cannot describe how broken I felt.” Remembered pain dripped from her words, her eyes glazed over from the painful past.

King Lucien remembered that period. He was nineteen at that time. He remembered the way Baski cried at every moment, at every day.

“His death was unexpected and very painful.” He conceded.

“A carriage accident.” Baski nodded with a sad smile, “You and Melia were right there for me. Countless times the both of you will console me when I break down in the middle of doing anything for you two. I was devastated when Melia died, and then we were taken to slavery.”

“When I heard Cone planned to starve you to death too, I couldn’t bear it. ‘Not my Lucien! Never my son!’ That was all that went through my head as I held my daughter and rocked her in my arms.”

He stopped, turned, and glanced at her at the mention of ‘my son’. Her wrinkled cheeks turned ruby.

“Not that I t-think you’re my son or anything. You’re the K-King of course,” the older woman fluttered in explanation, “but that was how protective I felt. As I nursed Remeta, the idea came to me.”

“The crazy idea that kept me alive.” The King began walking again, his voice the gentlest note.

“Well, I needed to do something, and sneaking in food was very impossible.”

Silence. “You tortured yourself in order for me to stay alive. I can still remember that moment clearly.”

A smile spread across her wrinkled cheeks as the memory flooded her. “Once it’s sundown, I stop feeding Remeta and always request for milk from the guards. I start saving up for you. My brèast will get full. It is always very uncomfortable…very heavy and painful.”

“Yet, I’ll tear out pieces of my clothing twice and tie my nīpples with them so it’ll stop leaking.” she sighed at the memory, “It was excruciatingly painful.”

“And yet, you did it. Continuously. For more than three months.” He stopped when they reached in front of the court, turning to stare at her again.

She shrugged, “Why will I stop? When your life depended on it? It’s not possible.”

Silence descended between them.

Then, the King took her hand into his. It was actually the first time he reached for her, Baski watched her hand in his. He squeezed hers gently.

“Thank you for everything, Baski. For your loyalty. Your love. Thank you for always looking out for me. Thank you for saving my life. You, Chad, and Vetta was the best thing that ever happened to me after the disaster that befell Salem fifteen years ago.” His eyes were warm and filled with passion.

Tears burned the back of the older woman’s eyes even as a smile touched her lips, “We were, My King. Up until one year ago, we were. But now, you have two more blessings in your life. A woman that loves you more than anything in the world, and a child on the way”

She added with a sniffle, “You have Danika now, and I couldn’t have asked for anything better for you. If anyone deserves the best, it is you.”

He pulled her into his arms then and wrapped his arms around her neck.

He whispered, “Thank you for being the mother I lost. You are the mother I have now.”

An emotional dam broke free inside Baski, she began crying earnestly. Arms around tightly around him, she basked in this close proximity with him that is as rare as a cold day in hell.

“Thank you for being alive, son. Thanks for surviving slavery. You are a great King and I’m sure your father is so proud of you from above.” Her hand patted his back as her tears soaked his expensive kingly garment.

“Do not ever leave me, Baski. It will hurt me immensely.” He admitted.

“I am going nowhere, my son.”

“I still live Danika in your care. No one can protect them more than you. No one can take care of them more than you. Take good care of my unborn child the way you took care of me, Baski…” He requested then in a barely inaudible voice, she wouldn’t have heard it if she wasn’t pressing close to him.

“I will. You know I will always.” She vowed.

He said nothing else. But, he held her for long.

This woman who is the mother he lost, but still has.

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Vetta did not like the look on Monah’s face at all. The healer has finished examining her, she walked to the inner room and came out carrying a glass of water.

She gave it to Vetta who looked at her so suspiciously. “Tell me what’s going on, Monah? I do not like the look on your face at all.”

“Drink the water first, it will alleviate the pain for now. I will get the herbs you need ready very soon.” The older woman instructed.

Vetta opened her mouth to protest but she felt the familiar sharp pinch on her belly. She took the water from Monah and downed it in one shot

“Done. Tell me what’s wrong? Am I pregnant?” She asked with barely concealed eagerness.