The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 205

Two Months Later….

A kick against her ribs woke Danika up that morning feeling very grumpy and so tired. That is almost like her default setting in the last few months.

Another kick against her ribs made her wince as she dragged herself up from the bed.

“Any day you don’t kick me awake, I’ll be very worried. You, my baby, are a strong kicker” She g*****d, a small spreading across her sleep-swollen face.

The door opened almost immediately, “How are you doing this morning?” Baski’s voice followed as she walked into her bedroom in that usual hasty steps of hers.

“Grumpy. I feel like I’ve aged fifty years.” She grumbled, staring warily at the steams coming off the teacup the older woman carried in her hands.

A smile ghosted Baski’s face as she set the tea down on the table and turned to stare at the very pregnant-looking Danika. “It’s the normal feeling honey. You still have a few little time to go and the young one will be in your arms.”

Danika’s beautiful face glowed at the thought of her son being in her arms. Her hand automatically caressed her belly so lovingly. “I can’t wait for that day…”

The older woman snorted, “I can’t, too. And I’m sure his father is just as anxious as we are.”

If her face was glowing before, it was positively radiant at the mention of the King. These two months have been good to her, and it has improved her relationship with the King.

He was always asking of her, caring for her in the best way a man like him can…always attentive to every little detail about her and her baby. It was wonderful. It was glorious.

The week before, he didn’t go to court because she woke up to a stomach ache, feeling very weak. He’d stayed with her all the while Angie came around and attended to her.

Their lovemaking was more frequent in the last two months than ever, even though he hasn’t touched her that way since she came down with a stomach ache and got treated.

He was always gently, putting her first, even when he wasn’t enjoying it like he would have if he’d gone at his own pace. And yet, it didn’t stop him from having sêx with her so frequently.

She no longer has any doubt that he is happy. Even without the stretching of his lips and the twinkling of his eyes in smile and laughter, she knows without a doubt that King Lucien is positively so happy about their baby as she is.

“Here, this tea is for you. Come on, drink it while it’s still hot.” Baski urged as she brought the hot read towards her mouth.

Danika sighed in defeat and took the tea even though she doesn’t want to. She has long come to the conclusion that it’s useless to argue with Baski.

“I need a bath and to freshen up.” She gulped, pushing the empty cup back to the old woman.

Baski smile as she walked to the table and dropped the cup. “I know that more than you do. I’m going to report to the King that you’re not eating your chicken broth and soup very well.”

Just the mention of the name of the food had her feeling very nauseous. “That’s because you cook them with herbs!”

“Herbs that are good for you and your baby.”

“I don’t like the taste of it!” She emphasized with a loud cry.

“But, you will eat it.”

“No! I will not!” She crossed her arms stubbornly.

“You will.”

“Will not.”

“Will.”

“Not!” Danika shot back.

“Too bad for you, young lady, because you’ll keep eating it.” Hands to her h**s, Baski stated with a stubborn tilt of her chin.

Danika lost the fight in her and hunched her shoulders. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she glared at Baski.

The emotional display reminded Baski of what she never forgot…her pregnancy.

The old woman sighed as she walked to her and wrapped her arms around Danika’s neck, pulling her in for a hug. “It’s for your own good, Danny. You know this…”

Danika snuggled against her, tears cascading down her eyes in waves. “I don’t want to eat the herbal broth.” She mumbled miserably, pouting.

It reminded Baski of a kicked rabbit. She smiled, “Let’s forget all about broth for now, okay?”

“You won’t tell the King?” Danika mumbled like a child trying to keep her mother from finding out she did wrong.

Baski pulled away without answering. She walked back to the table and began grinding the herb leaves she picked up from the table.

“I’ll call Uyah and Derul to run you a nice bath. Oh, not to mention your new clothes from the seamstress will be arriving today and you will try them all out.”

Danika completely forgot that the older woman didn’t respond to her request, instead, she shrugged one shoulder. “Why try them out anyway? I’ll still look fat and pregnant in them.

Baski snorted again, “You’re only fat in your belly, I’ll give you that. Apart from that, you’re still the size as before. Here, drink this.”

Danika opened her mouth automatically and Baski poured down the bitter liquid squeezed out from the herbs. “There you go…” The old woman encouraged.

Danika grumbled her way to the bathroom where she relieved her bladder. She heard Baski leave.

It didn’t take long before Uyah and Derul entered and began helping her to run her bath. She was grateful and she didn’t protest.

Baski wouldn’t be the one frowning at her refusing the care and help but the King. Since he found out about her pregnancy, he’d specifically ordered all the maids and guards on her.

Refusing their help means putting them in trouble. And so, she kept mute while they arranged her bedroom and ran her bath for her. She never forgot to thank any of them afterward.

After her bath, the seamstress was waiting with her new clothes in her bedroom.

She helped her fit into each and every one of them. They fit perfectly, and as Danika looked at herself in the mirror. Her shoulders hunched.

She looks like she swallowed a giant snake.

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An hour later, she was in the backyard watching Remeta and Corna play around. They were chasing after one insect or another, laughing and playing.

Little Corna seems happier, and he has been, since the arrival of his little sister, a month ago. Danika can still remember visiting the family after Haydara gave birth.

The happiness from the couple was contagious, and longing had speared her. Longing to have her own son in her arms.

As she watched the way Gunther crowded his wife from behind and smiling so joyously at the small baby…she couldn’t help imagining the King like that with their own baby.

Will he smile with so much happiness? Will he be there at all or will he be away for business? Will he be kept tied up in court?

She’d tried to imagine his face while he carried their son after birth, and her heart bloomed with love for him.

She felt another kick to her belly that soothed and calmed her.

Those kicks make nausea, vomiting, and the occasional pains in her back all worth it. Her little baby. The life, she and the King created.

A guard came up to her then and informed her that the King summons her.