The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 282

FIFTH TO THE FINAL EPISODE; Part 2.

Declan raised his hands’ palms out. “I do not mean any offense, brother. I do not judge you or hold a grudge against you for loving her, I trust you. I know you. I will not get between you two.” he paused, “But indeed, I do not see myself liking her now, or in the future. Her father… That monster…”

King Lucien only got up and patted his shoulder in reassurance. “It is okay, Deck. I will not force you to. I will not impose it on you either. I respect your decision.”

His uneasiness dissolved. “Thank you, brother.” His usual smile crossed his face, “One great thing is that you’re not in love with my woman. And you do not want to marry her.”

“The Princess Kamara.” The King nodded, “I still can’t believe that you’re the peasant…, That woman loves you immensely.”

“Yes. I…I feel that way for her too,” a blush colored his cheeks, “Her father almost killed me for it. You saved my life.”

“Valendy will be shocked when the words of who you really eventually get to him. I don’t even want to imagine what it’ll feel like if I’d realized who you are, only to hear that he’d killed you for being a ‘peasant’ that compromises his daughter.” A muscle ticked in his jaw, “That would have meant unstoppable war.”

“I’m glad everything worked out in the—”

The door suddenly burst open. Princess Kamara hurried into the King’s Chambers, her eyes when wide when she saw the King conversing comfortably with her Callan.

“Oh heavens, it’s true!” She gasped. The rumors were unbelievable when she heard them. That the prince of Salem who was thought died arrived as Navia’s Prisoner today.

The people were talking about it. Words were traveling fast. She’d found it hard to believe. It was just too unbelievable. But as she saw her Callan and the King…

“The rumors are true…!” She cried as she pushed further into the King’s Chambers.

Declan is already halfway across the room to get to her first. They met in the middle of the bedroom, Declan took her up into his arms. Princess Kamara hugged him tightly.

The princess began rambling on how it is all impossible to believe, Declan went ahead to ensure her that it’s really true.

He is no peasant at all, instead, he is King Lucien’s cousin brother. Royalty.

“Heavens, I should have known… Your eyes…” Her eyes turned towards the King and back at her Callan. The deep blue eyes were almost identical.

Then, they were hugging again. The princess was so emotional.

The Heavens are with her! No more marrying the King of Salem!

The love of her life is not a peasant! He is not even a privileged, but someone more..! He’s Royalty. Full-fledged. He’s the cousin brother of the King of Salem himself..!

She was crying. The words rambling from her mouth as she hugged him as tight as she can. Oh, how she can’t wait for her father to hear this! For his useless mistress, Donna, to hear!

Oh, how she can’t wait to see her father anytime soon so, she can rub it to his face!

Indeed, heaven is with her. She can have happiness and perform her duties in the future.

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Coza was sheathing in rage. His anger and furious state know no comparison.

Everything is going down the drains! Everything!

Not only did Talia not succeed in killing anybody, she got exposed and killed by the King!

Vetta did not kill the Queen of Mombana. No, the his former Master’s daughter is still alive, doing heaven knows what!

And the worst?

Prince Declan! Prince Declan is alive!

Picking up his favorite wooden chair, he throws it across the cave-wall and watched it break to pieces. “Aaaargh!” He shouted in rage!

“Everything is falling apart! Everything!!!” He raged, kicking the table repeatedly.

It did nothing to alleviate his anger! Nothing! Another Royalty is back, so Salem is not safe to attack for now.

No, he knows what will alleviate his anger. Time is running out. His patience has run too thin.

No, it is time he goes all out!

With that thought in mind, he drafted out a message in a scroll, walked outside his cage, and sent it out using the messenger bird.

The message is for his troops. His army he has kept hidden for the past six years.

His captain will know that message for what it is. It is a signal.

Tomorrow morning, they will attack Mombana.

No more hiding.

No more waiting.

It is war.

His greatest advantage is that Mombana will never see it coming. Like Salem never did, fifteen years ago.

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It is almost midnight, King Lucien just got out of the shower.

His heart is less heavy, for the first time in years. The joy in his heart was immeasurable. He stayed with Declan since he came back. Even after his reunion with his princess, he’d remained with him in his Chambers.

Now, he’d finally left to go, either to catch some sleep or to go spend more time with his princess.

King Lucien finished toweling his body when a hesitant knock came at his door.

“Who is there?” Taking out his nightclothes, he surveyed the garment carefully.

“Remeta, Your Highness.” Came the familiar voice. But it wasn’t small and tiny like Remeta’s normal voice. It was bold. Too bold.

The voice of the seer.

King Lucien abandoned his nightclothes, with his towel firmly around his waist, he walked to the door and pulled it open.

Remeta stood there. She was staring right at him, but he could tell that her eyes aren’t seeing him. It was dazed.

“The prince awaits his father, but he is ready to come forth. He cannot wait any longer.” Her eyes finally pinned him, “Go. Now. Your Queen, your son is in danger already. Not one danger, but two. They need you.”

King Lucien tries to grab her words, “I do not—”

“Who the Queen do not expect will give her life for hers. The Heaven will cry, for she has suffered. Who your Queen do not expect, will give her life for hers. The Heaven will cry, for she has suffered.” She repeated.

Then, she added, “Go. Now. The Prince awaits his father, but he is ready to come forth.”