The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 61

Vetta glared at the maid who was working the socks up her leg. “Is that the way that sock is supposed to be!?” She shouted angrily.

Uyah’s eyes widened in fear. “I-I’m so sorry mistress…!” She pulled out the socks and started afresh.

“Useless idiot. You can’t do anything right.” Vetta snapped angrily at her.

Uyah’s hands were shaky as she finished walking the socks up the mistress’s legs. She got up and walked behind the mistress to work on the fastening of her buttons.

She did her best to hold the corset together as she tied the ropes. She was almost done when the ropes unfastened and the corset came out loose again.

Vetta g*****d angrily. She turned around and stuck Utah so hard on the face. “You can’t do a thing right!”

The girl’s eyes watered as her cheeks stung. She blinked rapidly. “I’m really sorry, m-mistress….”

Utah started working on the fastenings again, while Vetta still bloomed with anger. The thoughts of Danika was making her very angry and mad. It’s keeping her in an awful mood.

That dirty slave spent the night with the king. Not once but twice! She’d tried to punish her and two king had intervened…just like he did that day in the dungeon.

The thoughts weren’t sitting well with her at all. That bitch.

She knows that the kings hates Danika, but she can’t help thinking that the bitch is a few steps away from finding favor with the king.

She’d tried to keep herself from thinking about the things that must have been going on the nights the kings spent in Danika’s arms.

She wondered if Danika sleeps on the bed or on the floor…like a slave should? Does she take on the table?

Why do the king allow her to spend the night in his bedroom at all?

“All done, m-mistress.” Uyah whispered finally, her voice trembling.

“Get out of my room.” Vetta said angrily. The girl disgusts her because she’s not even in her class. None of them are.

And she wants more class. She might have been more a slave, but she’s sworn that she’ll never be a slave all her life.

She’s now a mistress to a king…that’s one of the highest rank any woman would wish for. But there’s more…. She wants more.

She can be more. She can be queen. She just has to gain more attention of the king… She has to get him completely focused on her and not that bitch, Cone’s daughter.

Vetta decided that it’s time she pays a visit to the healer of fertility that lives outside town.

She never wanted to have any child but maybe it’s okay to have one…if the child will be a means to having the king to herself.

She stared at herself in the mirror and smiled. If she can carry the King’s child…. She can have Lucien completely. She knows this like she knows the palm of her hand.

She will carry his child.

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King Lucien stared down at her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He growled, scowling.

“I-I….” Danika snapped her mouth closed, her eyes wide with panic and desperation. She looked behind her, her eyes landing on King Pesih who was still watching her.

King Lucien’s eyes followed hers and he found out what was happening. She stared up at him again, willing for him to understand.

He leaned back on his huge gold throne and his eyes just watched her. The scowl was still on his face.

Danika was very sure that he’ll punish her to this later, she’s very sure of that. But it doesn’t matter.

Whatever punishment he has for her is better that whatever command King Pesih has for him.

The same king that cut Sally up like a chicken…thinking he was cutting her.

As she stared at him, she knew that this is also her only chance for her to put her hands on him. He would never let her do this behind closed doors. He never let her see his body because he’s feeling self-conscious about it.

Does he think that she’ll be repulsed by him? Does what she thinks even matter to him? She’s highly doubts that.

But, she wants to see him. To touch him. To pleasure him with her hands and mouth. He’d never allow that in private and she knows that he’ll definitely punish her. It’ll be worth it.

She pushed his surcoat up and unlaced his belt of gold with shaky hands. When he said nothing, she took it as an encouragement and pulled them down a bit.

Please don’t push me away. Please, don’t push me away. Please, don’t push me away.

The pleading words rang in her mind as she uncovered a little part of his lower belly. That little part was filled with scars, she bit her lips to keep from gasping in horror.

One wrong move and she’ll loose this moment, Danika knows that much. Pain for him lashed through her. Those wounds must have hurt so bad.

She nuzzled the bulge under his underthings. He wasn’t hard, but the size of him had a rush of nervous adrenaline zigging through her. She kept her eyes down, avoiding his face.

The music blazed in the background. Cheers across the tables. Shouts if excitement as slaves danced on the table and the floor.

Danika tuned them all out, suddenly in a world of her own. This is important to her. That she makes him feel something…for her. Not for anybody else.

She wanted his organ in her mouth, wanted to feel it harden inside her mouth—because of her. Not because of the erotic atmosphere. Not because of his mistress. Her.

She reached down and pulled him out from the confinement of his underthings. She stared at him.

Oh heavens…!