The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 288

The Queen had waited and waited and waited, but Chad hasn’t come back. She didn’t see Baski and Sally either.

Her son must have heard her pleads and decided to have a little bit of mercy on her. Oh, the pain is still there—so much—but Danika was feeling just a little bit better.

So, she made her way out of the bathroom. In short, steady steps—the best she could muster—she walked down what remained of the long hallway that leads to her bedroom. Her hand clutching her aching waist, her belly hurting.

She can hear the war-cries, but it sounded so far away from the Royal Chambers.

Worry gnawed at her, adding to her pains. Worry about her Kingdom. Her Lucien. Baski. Chad. Sally. Her people. The ministers…

How are they doing? Why hasn’t Chad come back? Has something happened to Sally? To Baski? Terror gripped her throat.

That is the only explanation to why none of them is already crowding her personal space, fussing over her, making sure she’s alright, and trying to protect her with their lives.

She had no idea how she was able to manage it, but she got to her bedroom. There were no guards to be seen anywhere. Everyone is out on the battlefield. Everyone is fighting for the Kingdom.

Opening the door, she walked herself into her bedroom and closed the door. Leaning against it, she panted out her pains.

“Why am I not surprised?” A familiar feminine voice filled the bedroom, “The coward Queen. She is hiding in her bedroom while everyone puts their life on the line to protect her Kingdom.”

Danika opened her eyes, glancing at Vetta through blurry eyes. The woman’s voice in her bedroom and the sight of her sitting down on her bed would have scared her if she wasn’t hurting so much.

What feels like a punch or a stomp in her lower belly caused her to cry out again. “Ooooh…!”

Vetta’s eyes narrowed as she caught a better look at the heavily pregnant woman sweating profusely, and panting in front of her.

“Hell, you are in labor!” It dawned on her. Most of her antagonism disappearing like the wind as she watched Danika carefully.

She looks nothing like the woman that always managed to look so elegant and sophisticated, even when she was a slave.

No, she looked wrecked. In pain. Streaks of tears outlined her cheeks.

“What…are you…doing here?” Danika let out in a pained m**n.

Vetta kept silent. How does she answer that when she doesn’t even know the answer to that? She has no idea why she is here.

But she’d seen the messenger bird and its message last night because it had come to her first before going to the Coza’s General.

She was supposed to be happy—in fact, she was, at first—after all, she hated Mombana so much. Finally, Mombana will go down.

So, what is she doing here? It surely isn’t about the King. She is not worried about him—Lucien is a big bad wolf in the face of war, he can take care of himself.

So, why is she here?

“I did tell you that I’ll be back, didn’t I?” Vetta cocked her head to the side, replying at last.

“Why? Are you here…to kill me?” Danika breathed out.

“Depends.” she paused, “Where is my knife?” That was her gift from Cone. A constant reminder of what he made her to be.

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Coza did not expect the counter-attack. He most definitely did not expect the hard defense.

The fight was becoming too tough, he thought angrily as he slayed another guard that came onto him.

How the hell did he choose such a bad time to attack? Hell, how could he have known that the King of Salem will be here on this day?

Damn Vetta for going rogue!

Damn, Talia, for dying on him!

If the damned maid hadn’t died, he would have gotten this information earlier. But, he didn’t, now, the battlefield is on fire.

Gritting his teeth, he looked around. Most of his men are dead, their corpses lying around under the hot sun.

“To withdraw!?” Cator, his general shouted to him again.

“No withdrawing! Fight to the death!” Coza shouted back angrily. There is no way he is leaving this battlefield today without a tangible head on the ground.

“We are outnumbered, Coza! We can’t get them all! Let’s withdraw, regroup and come back!!” Cator shot back as he slayed another head.

He didn’t think about it. Withdrawing is defeat! And regroup when? In ten years time?

His eyes traveled so far ahead and landed on the King of Salem. He fought ruthlessly. Slaying heads efficiently. The man even kills three men that came on to him with one slay of the sword through the air and a flip of his body.

He made moves Coza has seen before, but just like before, they left him speechless. Ruthless moves he used in fighting. He was just as ruthless the day he’d taken down the late King Cone and took over Mombana.

One of his formidable warriors rushed towards the King. Coza watched as the King let go of his sword and grabbed the warrior with both hands; one hand to his head and the other to his jaw. And then, he twisted the warrior’s head so fast, so hard, the head went to an odd angle. The warrior laid dead on the King’s feet.

No, the King is not only a fierce warrior but a butcher. How do they win a fight like this!?

Then, a thought came to him. A very wonderful thought.

“To withdraw!?” Cator shouted again behind him above the war-cries, sounds of swords slaying and screams of guards dying.

“Never!” He shouted right back. Not without a tangible head on the land of Mombana.

To win this fight, the Queen has to die.

To amputate King Lucien’s arm, Danika’s head has to be on this land.

And if he is lucky, her head wouldn’t be the only head but that heir inside her will also die. That very important heir…

A smile of victory crossed his features. Why didn’t he think of this before now?

Seething his sword back to its scabbard, he turned and took off in a dead run from the battlefield.

His destination is the Royal Quarters.