The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 251

His eyes took on the gentlest light. “Alright, I will not. But, you understand my message right?”

“The only t-thing I understand is that you’re touching me willingly. And you’re h-hunching in front of me with a d-dirty scarred part of me in your kingly hands. And you’re sending me away.”

“No part of you is dirty, Vetta. Not to me.” Done with her legs, he let them go.

She wiped her tears, staring at her ugly legs. “I can’t be Anarieveta ever again. Cone made sure of that. You don’t know half of the things I’ve done, My King. Or what it’s like, leaving in a head like mine.”

“I have a good idea, because I know what it’s like leaving in a head like mine. You can always be Anarieveta again, you know why? The things you did do not define you.” He took her hand and placed it on her chest, “What defines you is your here. Your heart defines you.”

“What is left of my heart is ugly.”

“It does not have to be so. That is why you have to give yourself chance to heal.”

“King Cone took me from me. His daughter took you from me.” Red teary eyes met his filled with anger, hate and bitterness. “I hate Danika. I will always hate her.”

He shook his head firmly, “It was not her fault, Vetta. It’s time you give her a chance too. I hated her, you can remember. I didn’t give her a chance, and yet, I saw her for who she really is. Danika is not her father.”

“But she’s nowhere to be seen. I heard she is Mombana now.” She snorted, “she chose her crown, power and riches.”

He averted his eyes, his chest tightening. “No, she did not. I did something that was foolish and noble at the same time. I pushed her away. Even when she held on, I pushed her away.”

“Like you’re doing to me now.” She rose when he rose, and crutched his Kingly garment, “Please, don’t do this to me, Lucien. I don’t want to go.”

But, even as she pleaded, she saw the unmoving resolve from his eyes. He has made his decision, and will not go back on it.

Defeated, she left go of his robe. More tears filled her eyes.

He palmed her cheek, “You are always allowed in the palace, you know that, right? And, I will come and visit once in a long blue moon. This is not me letting my mistress go, this is me letting my friend heal. My family.”

“Am I? Y-Your friend? F-Family?” She asked in a small thin voice….like a child who’s scared to hope.

“You are. You, Baski, Chad… You all will always be my family, my friends. You are.”

A tiny bit of the bitterness and hatred in her heart left her. She felt better. Not all good, but better.

Vetta nodded her head at last, wiping her tears. “Okay.”

“Okay.” He nodded too and let go of her cheek.

She was still crying as she headed for the door, her world crumbled at her feet.

With each step she took, memories of her from filled him. Ráped. Beaten. Mocked. Whipped. The woman that always went to extremes to protect him.

“Vetta?”

She turned and glanced at him.

He walked towards her, pulled her close and kissed her. It wasn’t a k**s of hunger, but a sweet gesture for her to hold onto while she finds herself in the world.

A k**s was uncharted territory for her, she has no idea how to go about it, but she did respond. Pouring in her ugly heart and disfigured soul into that single action. Into that rope he’s giving her which she’s sure he will never give her again. She stood and poured everything into that memory he was creating for her.

“Thank you for giving me this memory.” She whispered when he pulled back. More burden left her heart. She felt like a stitch was weeving together her battered heart.

“Take care of yourself, Anarieveta.” He g*****d, then he stepped back. “Dargak.”

The door opened and the guard entered. The King nodded his head.

Dargak bobbed his too, before he turned and led the mistress out of her bedroom. Out of the palace.

King Lucien stood afterwards. Alone.

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Late at night, Queen Danika couldn’t sleep. She wet her bed with tears, missing the King so much it was like a physical ache. And it hurts more than the pain in her back that refused to go away.

The door opened and Sally entered the bedroom. Seeing her Princess crying, she walked towards her bed and sat on it.

“Please, stop crying, my Queen.”

“I can’t sleep. I miss him so much, Sally.” She whispered tearfully.

“I know you do, My Queen.” She patted her back in consolation.

“And I can’t help but worry about him. Will he be able to go to sleep? Is he taking care of himself?” She shook her head, “I just don’t know, Sally.”

“I understand that you’re so worry, My Queen, but you wouldn’t be able to do something about it… at least not this night. All you can do is to take care of yourself and his child. Get enough sleep. And tomorrow? We will think again.”

“But I c-can’t sleep, the bed is so cold because he’s not in it!” She cried like a child. “My child has turned my belly to a football field, he’s kicking the devil out of me. I w-want my King, I want his arms around me. It’s so p-pathetic, but I want to sleep snuggled up in his arms, Sally. This bed is so c-cold!”

“Alright. How about I lie down with you? I’ll hold you, My Queen. I’ll cuddle you, so you can sleep?” Sally asked hopefully.

It only made her cry harder. “You’re all s-soft and small and feminine, and you don’t have his scent. I love you, Sally, but you’re not him!”

Sally didn’t go, instead, she laid down on the bed beside her. And she was smiling. “I know I’m not him, but here, I’ll still lend you myself, My Princess.”

Danika snorted, but she let Sally laid down on the bed.

Sally reached for a story book at her bed cabinet and withdrew it. Opening the book, she began reading stories to her…just like she always did when Danika was still a princess and she, her personal maid.

The pregnant Queen listened to the story…to the sound of her beloved friend’s voice. It took a long time but eventually the tiredness overwhelmed her and she began feeling dizzy.

“Sally?” She called drowsily.

“Yes, My Queen.”

“What next? What happens next…?”

Sally watched her Princes—Queen fall asleep. The question keep revolving on her head. Indeed, what happens next?

Only the future will answer that. She, herself, is curious to know the answer the future has for her Queen… for her… for all of them.