The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 208

Kamara arrived back at the Palace with a huge smile on her face when Henna dragged her away immediately she sighted her.

“Thank God, you’re back, My Princess!” Her personal maid gasped immediately they got to the privacy of her bedroom.

“What is the matter?” Kamara asked when she saw the apprehension and panic on Henna’s face.

“It’s the mistress Donna! She’s suspicious of you! She came here today when you were done and she kept asking suspicious questions. She said there will be hell to pay of you’re visiting your lover and she will make sure she tells the King about it!”

Kamara sat down hard on the bed. Her happiness disappeared as Henna’s words watched over her. Donna, that wicked witch.

“Did you tell her that I was hunting?” She could barely get her mouth to move.

“I did, My Princess. But he said that there’s no bush meat being cocked by Yori. I told her that Manata is the one cooking them.”

“Good. Call Manata for me.”

“Right away, My Princess.” Henna rushed out of the bedroom.

Kamara was feeling very sad and angry already. Just like Mistress Donna to always ruin her happiness.

These past few months she’s spent with Callan were the best of her life. They’d done a lot of things together and he has thought her a lot…has taken her to a log of places in the Kingdom she never knew before.

His memories are still lost. And his mind is still a mess whenever they want to make love, it was saddening to Kamara because of the way the flashes of Callan’s past always leave him in pain.

So, she decided with him, that they wouldn’t try out that much intimacy again. Instead, they k**s and make out, but never takes things any further. They dedicated that time to just spending time with each other.

Today, they’d gone fishing. He taught her how to tie a hook and how to set a trap in the river. They’d caught two fishes. It was fun and it was beautiful.

And here Donna is, being a wicked witch to her, Kamara thought with sadness.

It made her remember the Kingdom of Salem. She wondered how Danika is doing? And that wicked mistress, Vetta?

She’d always wanted to write to Danika but she is scared of anything that has to do with the Kingdom of Salem. Scared, that one day she will wake up and find King Lucien on her doorstep to perform her marital rites.

The thought was terrifying, and so dreadfully—

“My Princess, I’ve called Manata.” Henna’s voice drew her out of her own thoughts.

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“Stop the carriage,” Vetta repeated, raising her voice raised her voice a bit so that they will hear her clearly.

The guard that was seated on the back of the horse jerked on the reins. The horse neighed out loud and galloped to a stop.

She came down from the carriage and dismissed the guards. “I need to go on an evening walk. Dosel, take the horses to the stable, the others can leave me.”

“Yes, Mistress.” They bowed their heads to her.

She turned and headed towards Danika’s part. With each step she took, she felt the pain in her lower body intensify. The pain is the painful reminder that she cannot have the King’s Child.

That she cannot have any child again in her whole life.

Everything is Danika’s fault. This is so unfair. So unfair.

She got closer to her and the two maids, “Leave us.” Vetta commanded the maids.

Danika turned around to see the King’s Mistress coming towards her, and her heart skipped several beats.

She’d been beating herself up all day for vomiting on the King, but seeing the mistress, thoughts of the King were momentarily forgotten.

She has always done her best to avoid the mistress in the last few months.

Although Sally told her that the Mistress worried about her when she was in the dungeon and about to be executed, it still didn’t erase the fact that she knows how much the mistress dislikes her greatly.

Being alone with her makes her very uncomfortable.

The maids were hesitant. “My M-Mistress, the King told us not to—” One of them began.

“I want to walk with her, and I do not need you both to join us.” Vetta interrupted in an authoritative way.

The young maids gave up and bowed their heads to her. Then, they turned and walked back into the palace.

When Vetta faced her, Danika bowed her head slightly in greeting. “Mistress.”

The woman looked at her from her head to her toes, her lips pursed in distaste. Then, a pretentious smile blanketed her face, “Let’s walk, shall we?”

She led the way before Danika could say any word, giving her no chance at all to refuse her.

Danika was torn on what to do. She can’t blatantly disobey the King’s Mistress. Even if the King favors her, this kind of disobedience will not be overlooked by him.

Because, even after everything…she is still a Slave, and the woman is the King’s Mistress.

So, she began moving forward, her steps matching the Mistress’s own.

They walked well away from the vicinity of the palace. Danika has no intention of going into the woods with the woman, so, she watched her carefully even as she followed her.

When they got very far from people but still within sight, Vetta suddenly whirled around and faced her.