The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 219

Vetta knows the exact moment she’s no longer alone in the dungeon.

Finding herself in this enclosed space again after five good years was like a nightmare to her. She hates dungeons so much. She almost lost her mind in the middle of the night because her days in slavery stood before her at every single turn.

It was a nightmare. She was one step away from loosing her mind. Or maybe, she already did.

Not to mention the pain in her body. And the one in her heart.

After Angie’s treatment of her, she feels more better than she’s ever felt in some months, and even though her body was still hurting,it was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.

She can’t unsee it. Watching him walk away from her without a backward glance. That look of loathe and betrayal in his eyes….

Vetta blinked tightly and slowly rose to sit down on the cold hard ground. There’s no way she’s going down like this. She will try to salvage her situation.

But if she can’t, she will be damned if she’ll be going down alone.

“How many were they?” His deep g***n forced her to turn towards him. Voice so cold.

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“One. I told you, it was just one man. It was just one time.” She responded with all sincerity, desperately trying to reach him.

He palmed his head, shaking it. “How do you expect me to believe that?”

“It’s the truth! Why won’t you believe me? It was unintentional and it was just one time…!”

“Why? Why would you do it?” The words were thrown to her.

That useléss mónster Karandy forced me! I never wanted to! It was all that dead bàstard’s idea! He blackmailed me!

It was all at the tip of her tongue, wanting so badly to get out but she held it in. She can’t call him name. Calling his name means buying more trouble.

“I was forced to.” She responded.

“By whom?”

He doesn’t believe her. He does not even believe that it was just one time either. Vetta felt like screaming in frustration.

She was angry. Sad. Enraged. All this is so unfair to her.

She’s protecting the identity of her lover too, King Lucien thought. He lowered his head and closed his eyes.

When he opened it and raised it, he stared at her. At the woman he thought he knew. “This is very unexpected. Not from you, Vetta.”

She lost it.

“Why? Why not from me?” She stared up at him, “I’m not your virgin, am I? I’m not Danika who favors. Why are you so surprised? You’re not the only man I’ve ever known intimately, Lucien, are you?

You know that you’re not. After all you were there with me in Danika’s kingdom. You were right there with me in her father’s jail houses where I became the whóre of the guards.”

He flinched like she’d slapped him. Maybe, because he remembered all too well. Or she was refreshing his memory? Or whatever. She was done.

She straightened and rose to her feet. Her hair unkempt, her clothes dirty, and her eyes red and swollen from crying all night. “You were right there, and you watched it all happen for years. So, why are you so surprised that I’m a whóre?”

“We are no longer in slavery. There are some things called commitment. Called trust.” He stated vehemently, “I made you my mistress, Vetta and I trusted you. This time around you gave yourself to another lover willingly, got pregnant for him and rid yourself of the child. You broke my trust.”

“And you neglected me!” She shot back angrily, “I did everything for you and you neglected me! When was the last time you wanted to come to my bed, Lucien!? You never wanted to anymore, did you?”

She met his gaze head-on, unflinchingly. “I lost you to Danika, a year ago. She came along and you threw me away like trash! You stopped caring! Stopped thinking of me! It was all Danika, Danika, Danika! Danika this! Danika that! How is that fair to me!? How!?”

King Lucien was taken aback at the naked bitterness and rage in her. He really looked at her then.

His anger drained like the wind. Rage wasn’t what he left, but sadness. A huge sense of loss and sadness.

“I never threw you away, Vetta.” He stated. Did he?

“You did! I am here, and I’m no longer here!” she laughed, but the sound came out empty, “I fought to be with you. To have you for the past five years, but Danika only had months, and she took you from me. Why? Is it because she was one you disvirgined and I wasn’t? I was the one the guards took turns with? I was the whóre slave that got ráped several times, so many times she got pregnant twice and lost them…twice! I was the whóre slave!”

He stood there, just watching her. He could not form words.

“We might be out of slavery, but I was still the whóre you treated me like! You make love to Danika all the time but you fúck me like a whóre anyway. Because, I am Vetta, the trash. The one that never deserved you because I am not privileged to! I am not Royalty!”

He flinched.

“I was the whóre slave, and so, you discarded me for her. The royalty. The Pure one. The good one.” she let out that empty laughter again that sounded so hollow, “You think she loves you right? Is that why you’re discarding me!? Why you’re treating me this way!?”

“Vetta—”

“I’m not done!” she glared so hard at him, “I know you think she loves you, and you’re already in love with her. She doesn’t love you! She is just using you so well. She is in slavery, what do you expect!? Or have you forgotten already?”

She took a step closer to him, “In slavery, you do everything you can to be free. In slavery, you do everything you can to ease the pain, the torture, the suffering. It’s her strategy. You’re her strategy.” she laughed hollowly, “And, oh, did it work so well! You threw me away for her, but she is just using you, Lucien!”

He said nothing. His eyes remained unreadable. In fact, he showed no reaction at all.