The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 228

The next evening, Danika stood in front of Vetta’s dungeon. The guard hurried past her, the sound of keys opening a lock filled the air, followed by the sound of deadbolt opening.

She nodded her gratitude, the guard acknowledged her before he hurried out of the cell. She looked around sadly, holding the wrapped food tightly in her hand.

She can’t believe that it has been four months she got out of this place. It feels like ages ago.

Her eyes took in the familiar stone walls. There was a light coming in from inside the dungeon, which shows that someone is in there. Other times, the light bulb is off.

For a moment, she relished the first time she was in this place. Her hand touched her collar absently…

He’d collared her and kept her here for over a week. She can still remember clearly, the look of pure and raw hatred in his eyes whenever he was addressing her.

Chasing the memories away with a shake of her head, she strode forward and entered through the heavy metal door. Vetta laid facing the wall, her back was to her.

Danika doesn’t need to go close to Baski before she knows that the woman has been taking care of the Mistress, like she did her when she was here. Tears filled her eyes as she took in the woman in front of her.

She looked nothing like the smug, angry Mistress she has always known. Instead, she looks like an insane person.

Her clothes were torn, as if she ripped them with her own hands, and her hair was dirty and in disarray on her head, like she spend ages running her fingers through it.

The Mistress didn’t move an inch when she entered, but the tensed rigidity of her back told her that she’s awake. Danika walked further into the room. She cleared her throat.

Vetta drew taut at the feminine sound. Then, she uncurled her body and turned to glare at Danika so hard, it hit her like a stone…seeing the bone-deep hatred in the older woman’s expression.

“What are you doing here?” She hissed, narrowing her eyes angrily, “Let me guess, you came to laugh at me? Vetta, the pathetic…? Vetta, the whóre Mistress!?”

The mistress’s voice had gone hoarse, Danika imagined that it must have been from screaming too loud some nights to be let out. The maids’ rooms are close to the dungeon, and they rumor that some nights, the Mistress screams loudly repeatedly.

“No, I came to do no such thing.” She defended.

“Then, what did you come here to do!?” She spat. “Get out! Get away from me now!”

“Mistress…”

“Stay away from me. If you have an idea how much I hate you, you wouldn’t be in here at all. Stay away from me, Danika. Stay. Far. Away From. Me.” Each words she emphasized angrily that Danika flinched.

Then, she laid back on the ground and turned away.

Vetta hàtes that Danika is seeing her this way…this pathetic. The woman must be here to celebrate her victory. Wîcked bítch.

Angry tears filled her eyes and she wrapped her arms protectively around herself, curling into a ball. These walls…this place is driving her insane. How can Lucien do this to her?

Does he really want to kill her in the most horrible way? Does he hate her that much..? Is that why he left her in this wretched room for so long?

Danika. It’s all because of Danika. All because of King Cone’s daughter…!

“I brought food for you.” Danika announced, but her voice was stern this time around.

“Came to poison me?” She was very hungry. The pie Baski snuck in for her was barely enough for her sick deprived body. But, hearing the bane of her existence tell her about food, made her laugh.

The laugh came out cold and empty. “You must be stúpid if you think I’ll eat whatever you brought.”

“You’re right, I must be stúpid.” Danika walked to the other side of the empty room. Sounds of hands dusting a spot was heard for a few seconds. She dropped the pie there. “You can take it whenever you’re hungry.”

Silence descended. Vetta curled more protectively to the ground, her head tethering the very edge of insanity.

She hasn’t been beaten, or ràped, or whipped, or given heavy labors, and yet she feels like she’ll loose her mind from the ‘tortures’ of just being inside this dungeon.

“I will still plead with the King again to get you out of here.” Came the soft voice of Danika.

How dare her!

“Keep your pretence to yourself, Slave!” Head whipped back, she glared at Danika with fire in her eyes.

“Those pretence might work on the King because he enjoys putting his phallus inside you, but it will never work on me! I will still kill you if I get the chance anyway!” She hissed.

“He went to court…left very urgently this morning.” Danika continued like she was never interrupted, “When he gets back, I’ll try again. You needn’t be here… You have been very wicked and mean to me, Mistress, and yet I can’t bear it that you’re in here.”

Vetta began laughing. The empty sound of it grated. She laughed and laughed like an insane woman, but Danika didn’t say a word.

At the end of the laugh, tears filled her eyes.

She sank back, drained. “Do you know what I can’t bear? Apart from these walls I despise so much, do you know what else that hurts like a living stake in my chest?”

Her baby kicked inside her, she winced slightly. Danika can guess a lot of things that makes this bitter woman hurt, but she crossed her arms to her chest and shook her head.

“I can’t bear it that you’re so close to me, and yet I can’t kill you the way I want. Giving the best opportunity, Danika, I’ll wipe you from the surface of this wretched earth. You can go to hell and say hello to your father for me.” The Mistress faced the wall again, and laid her head back on the ground.