The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 206

Henna was in Princess Kamara’s bedroom arranging her bookshelf when Mistress Donna swing the door opened and entered the room as she owns it.

“M-Mistress! A very g-good morning to you, Mistress!” Henna gasps, very flustered as she pushed herself to her feet and bowed her head to the Head Mistress of the King.

Mistress Donna looked around the empty bedroom, her lips pursed. “Where is Princess Kamara?”

Henna swallowed tightly. This shouldn’t be happening at all! What is this mistress doing here, now?

“She went h-hunting, Mistress.” The girl pushed out.

“Mmh,” Donna pushed her well-commended black hair away from her face, cocking her head to the side, “Don’t you think she’s roaming the wilds a lot these days, Henna?”

“W-Well, you know it’s a hobby of hers, Mistress.” Henna laughed nervously.

“Mmm. And where does she keep all the meats she gets after hunting? Yori hasn’t been cooking any bush meat lately, I’ll have you know because I asked her.” The Mistress crossed her arms, her lips pursed in suspicion.

Henna shifted uncomfortably, “I think Manata is the one cooking them, Mistress.” She referred another palace cook, one close to her Princess.

Mistress Donna nodded, “I’ll make sure to ask Manata once she comes to work today. Princess Kamara has been very suspicious lately. She’d better not be seeing that wrētched boy that lives near the hills or they will be in a whole lot of trouble.” With a cynical smile, she turned and walked out of the door.

Henna’s legs wobbled and she sat hard on the floor in a heap. That wicked mistress will just put her Princess into more trouble.

For the past two months, her princess has been making use of every time her father turns his back to run to her lover’s place. She’s been spending a lot of time there, and Henna is very happy for her Princess.

Her Princess deserves to marry someone she loves, not the scarred and scary King she doesn’t love.

But, this mistress will put her Princess in trouble. If the King finds out about this….

Henna shuddered, unable to bear the thought.

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Danika entered the King’s Chambers and stared around the empty room. A noise in the inner bedroom told her that he’s inside there.

He’s in the library, so she couldn’t go to him. So, she has for him to come out right here.

Her eyes found the food on the table, her mouth watered automatically at the sight and smell of food. There were more than six closed plates on the table.

She walked towards it and opened all the plates, salivating at the foods before closing them right back. The last plate she opened wiped the smile from her face. Chicken broth and soup.

“Oh, no…” She m****d regretfully, “Baski, that traitorous woman!” She gasped loudly.

Footsteps began her had her whirling around to face the King. His hands behind his back, he stared at her flushed angry cheeks.

King Lucien allowed himself to look her all over. The new petticoat was so beautiful on her, it only enhanced her deeply-ingrained beauty and molded her swollen belly before flowing at her feet.

She was exquisite. Exquisite and very pregnant.

And very angry.

King Lucien wasn’t surprised about her anger, or most of the strange moods and feelings she exhibits lately before him.

For the past two months, he has bought all the books scholars and bards wrote about pregnancy and childbirth. Most of his free time, he spends reading each and every one of them.

“We will have breakfast, Danika.” He announced as he walked closer to her. His fingers itched to touch her. He didn’t.

“I don’t want to eat broth, I don’t like what it tastes like!” She burst out, obviously worked up.

“You have to. It is good for your condition.”

She folded her hand stubbornly, her nose in the air in that usual regalia that never abated from her…not even after one year in slavery.

His eyes found the small silver-chained black collar that branded her his slave. That branded her his property. The collar that represented every pain he has ever been through in the hands of King Cone.

He averted his eyes away. Lately, he does not like seeing that collar on her.

“You have to eat the broth.” He g*****d.

“No!” She stomped her foot.

“Danika.”

“No!”

“Dani—”

“No!” Tears swamped her eyes. “That traitorous old woman!” she hissed under her breath.

The stubborn reply was almost funny… Would have been if the King was a smiling man. He did not take offense, instead, he sighed and stopped resisting the urge to touch her.

Knowing that command wouldn’t be solving his problem now, he placed his hand on her cheek. “Don’t you want to stay healthy?” He asked.

Her lower lips trembled, “I want to be.”

“Don’t you want our child to be born healthy?”

“Of course, I want him to. You know I want him to.” She replied in a calmer voice, sniffling.

“Then, you have to eat.” He coaxed gently.

Sad puppy-dog eyes met his blue ones pleadingly, “But, I don’t—”

“I will feed it to you.” He blurted out. Then, he frowned slightly. He does not know anything about feeding anybody, and he has no idea why he said something like that.

Danika looked torn. Wanting him so close to her and feeding her….or not eating broth?

“Okay but I might throw up on you, it makes me queasy.” She mumbled miserably as she allowed him to coax her to the nearest chair. She sat down on it and looked up at him, “I might vomit on you.”

He has never fed anybody, and no one has ever vomited on him before. Are all pregnant women this strange? He wondered thoughtfully.

And she was still staring at him hopefully, expecting him to call off broth because she might throw up on him.

“I do not mind if you throw up on me, Danika. But we will eat broth.”

Her face crumbled, she stared dreadfully at the plate of chicken broth. “As you wish, Your Highness.” She mumbled miserably.

He opened the plate, scooped up the soup, and began feeding her.