The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 292

Name: ….So Quiet. Too Quiet..

Their eyes widened in horror at the sight in Queen Danika’s bedroom. And it was a sight of horror.

A dead man, Coza, laid on the floor at one side of the bedroom. Vetta was cushioned in the arms of a heavily pregnant Queen whose face is bathed in sweat and tears, her eyes held indescribable pain. There was b***d everywhere.

“S-Save her… Please…” Danika cried as they entered the bedroom. Sobs racked her throat.

“Where’s the Medicine man!?” King Lucien barked then as he rushed towards his Queen, “Get to work with your disciples and apprentices! Take the Queen to Baski’s bedroom, now!”

“Yes, Your Highness!” Everywhere exploded into actions. Baski and Sally were crying as they hurried towards the Queen.

“Sorry… So sorry…!” The two women wouldn’t stop crying as they held their Queen who’s still cradling Vetta in her arms. Their cries escalated when they saw the state of the former Mistress.

Just then, another painful contraction seized Danika. So painful, she screamed out in agony.

King Lucien rushed to her, he cradled her shoulders. “Dearling, my dearling…”

“Vetta…” Danika gasped, shaking her head miserably.

“I’ll take her, I’ll take her,” The King said placatingly, “Let me take her, Danika. Allow the Medicine men to take care of you, please,” He added when he saw how she was resisting their advances, “Please.”

“Okay, okay,” she agreed in between painful, anguished pants at his pleadings. Finally, her arms loosened around Vetta.

“Chad.” The King ordered.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” He rushed forward and lifted the Queen into his arms. When she wrapped her arms around his neck, he hurried out in a gentle but fast run out of the b***d-filled bedroom.

Guilt filled Chad. He’d searched for his wife and Baski all over the Kingdom, but he wasn’t able to find them. When he finally met a maid that told him that she saw the women out in the field collecting dry leaves for new herbs, he’d rushed out to the field in search of them, but was held up on the battlefield.

Too many enemies coming on to him at the same time had delayed him.

When they were out of sight, King Lucien finally turned his eyes back to the woman in his arms. Looking all over her teary face and the sword embedded deep into her bloody belly, his heart was too heavy for words.

“Vetta…” His hand caressed her face. She was too still. Too quiet. His hand shook, “Anarieveta…”

Two medicine men hovered over him, staring sadly at the woman he carried. The King looks absolutely devastated.

“What did you do, dammit…!” He hugged her to him then. Tears filled his eyes. Seeing the bástard who laid dead on the floor and how Danika had held her when he entered the bedroom, his head placed bids and pieces together, forming a picture in his head of what happened here.

“Please, Vetta. Don’t leave. Not now. You have survived a lot, don’t do this! Not now!” He ordered in a raw voice, doing his best to be strong but it was too hard.

The tears wouldn’t stop coming. He couldn’t stop holding her so tight. This is pain. A painful pain.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t here. I didn’t protect you… I’m so sorry… Please, don’t do this.” But it’s already done. She’s gone. He kissed her hair, tears running down his face. Not as silent as the angry thunderclaps in the sky outside.

Then, he felt it. A very tiny twitch of her arm.

He stilled. Jerked back instantly and glanced hard at her.

She was still so still. So very quiet.

But—

“She’s breathing..!” One of the medicine men shouted as he rushed forward and knelt down in front of them, “It’s shallow. Very tiny breaths, but she’s breathing!”

King Lucien pulled away immediately and let both men take a look at her. Let this be true…!

“There are these herbs I see in her wounds… It’s eeeh,” the man gasps, “Levs-balm! Someone must have used Levs-balm for her wounds, it stopped the bleeding and numb her body, dulling the pain! It saved her life…!”

His Queen. Gratitude and sheer love almost busted from the King. It will be no one else but Danika.

“There’s no guarantee that she’ll survive—she has lost too much b***d.” The other man g*****d sadly.

“Do everything you can.” The King’s bloodshot eyes met there’s, “Do everything you can to save this woman, do you hear me?” His voice heated.

“Loud and clear, Your Majesty!” They bent then and lifted Vetta away from the pool of b***d that’s a mix of hers and Coza’s.

Relief beat through the King’s body in waves. For only a few more seconds.

There is still so much going on.

Vetta is still in so much danger.

Danika’s life is in danger.

His son’s life is also in danger.

He rose from the bloody floor and hurried out of the bedroom. His destination being Baski’s bedroom.