The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 91

The king closed his book, and turned his attention to his mistress. “My slave do not manipulate me, Vetta. She has not been manipulative, and if she is, it is left for me to find out. I haven’t found out, and so, it will only be an accusations you make without basics.”

He isn’t believing her…!?

“But, my king—“She began again.

“Let the subject drop.” He ordered calmly, never one to raise his voice. He never has to.

Vetta snapped her mouth shut, raging in her mind. He’s shutting her out now? He wouldn’t even listen to the things she has to say!

“Your wish is my command, Your Highness.” She bowed her head, biting her lips so hard to keep the words in.

He picked up his book again and opened it. The silence stretched as he began going through the book again.

Vetta hovered over him, wanting to share this moment with him. He writes, reads and works with Danika….the one thing she can’t do. She hated it!

She tried to see the words but it might as well be written in China. She is just too terribly illiterate to know a word there. She focused her attentions else where.

She placed her hand to his hair, and he stiffened automatically at the contact. But he didn’t pull away or order her away. She took it as a plus it is.

Running her hand through the soft mass of curls, she reveled it. He has the best texture of hair, she noted in a pleased way.

“The reason why I’ve been searching for you all morning is because of Danika.” He stated firmly, his concentration back in his book.

She run her hands down his neck to his shoulders and back to his head again. “What about her, Your Highness.”

“You do not drag her by the hair or beat her up again for nothing from today onwards.” He flipped through another new page and blew the dusts away before he began reading.

Vetta’s hands faltered on him and she stiffened. She wasn’t sure she heard him correctly. “M-My King…?”

“In this world, everyday I write petitions and notes and practiced proceedings because of the maltreatment of slaves all over the twelve kingdoms. I have to put a stop to it.”

He continued with a flip of another page. “Slaves are humans, and they are already in the lowest of the food chain. They suffer everyday and they labour day and night.” he paused, “They do not need to be maltreated and punished around for crimes they haven’t committed…especially from people who has no right to execute punishments to these slaves.”

She was downrightly dumfounded. She could only stare at the king, dread filled her heart.

He raised his eyes and spared her a glance then. “Danika is my slave. She is not just any slave, but the King’s Slave. I am the only one with the right to treat her unkindly and abuse her recklessly like I please…she is my property. She belongs to me.”

He raised his eyes and spared her a glance then. “Danika is my slave. She is not just any slave, but the King’s Slave. I am the only one with the right to treat her unkindly and abuse her recklessly like I please…she is my property. She belongs to me.”

“I will not tolerate it if my mistress is punishing my slave when she hasn’t done anything to deserve it.” his eyes found hers, “Walking around with a burning scalp….”

Her cheeks flushed with guilty at the mention of that. She averted her eyes.

“….or going around with a hand imprint on her cheek.” he finished. “That should stop.”

“My King…. A-Are you saying that I should stop p-punishing her?” She couldn’t help asking, feeling chastised.

He nodded firmly. “When she does nothing wrong to you.”

She opens her mouth. Snapped it shut. Opened it again.

He watched her with a giant frown on his face before she finally snapped her jaws locked. “Your wish is my command, My King.”

Silence ensued so thick in the air.

Vetta was so angry and hurt, it was in her composure. In every part of her being, she was almost shaking with it.

The worst of it was that the king seems angry too. When his eyes flashed, Vetta couldn’t help thinking that he has remembered something and whatever it is, has his body frozen and drawn taut like a bow.

She didn’t want him to be angry at her, of wouldn’t go well for her. “I… I am sorry for mistreating y-your slave, My King… It wasn’t my intention to be hard on her… I just can’t forget who is she no matter how I try, I c-can’t forget what her father out us through…”

He said nothing. But his eyes was on her and not on the book.

She dropped herself to her knees in front of him, in between his legs and unbuckled his belt. She unclothed his soft flesh and took him up into her hand.

“I am not in the mood for this, Vetta.” He said calmly.

“I will put you in the mood, my king.” She was relieved that he’s not ordering her away.

When she took him into her mouth and began pleasuring him, he let her. Eyes like bottomless pit watched her with an expressionless face.

She closed her eyes and pleasured him. Licking and stroking him while he grew hard in her hands.

She relaxed perfectly and took her time pleasuring him. She’s been with him for five years, she knows how to pleasure him. How to make his body feel for her. Want her.

It took longer than usual before he began enjoying her ardor, she realized when his eyes finally slid close and his g*****d at the back of his throat in pleasure.

As she continued stroking and sucking him, he ordered her to touch herself.

It’s a pleasure session she has missed. She snaked her hand beneath her dress and rubbed herself with each stroke of her hand on him.

Her m***s filled the air. When she had him wired up, she stood and pulled up her wears. She straddled him, sheathing him deep inside her with a cry until she was seated fully on him.

She rode him hard and deep until he came with a g***n, she followed right behind him until they were both satisfied, their breathing mixed and erratic in the air.

Finally, she rose from him with a satisfied smile on her face. Her body tingling in places.

He dressed himself well, pulled her closer and palmed her cheeks. “You please me.”

She glowed under the praise. She wants to be the only person that pleases him. She wants him to belong to her alone… and she will do everything to ensure that happens.

She bowed her head. “Thank you, my king. You please me too and I will remember your words for long.”

He nodded dismissively.

She arranged her underthings and started towards the door.

“Vetta?”

She paused at the door and turned back to him. “My King.”

He looked her in the eyes. “I was distraught yesterday and I know you were too. You were worried about me, so, I will pretend that I didn’t know that you slapped Chad. I will chalk it up to things you did because of how worried you were, but it should not happen again. Ever.”

What. The. Hell? He knows….?

“T-Thank you, My King.” She stammered out, flustered. She didn’t know that he would be able to remember that with how drugged up and sick he was.

“If it happens again, I will punish you severally for it. Chad should never be disrespected by anybody. He does not deserve it. He is more than an assistant to me. I will not have it.” He stated in a gentle but vehement tone.

Chad.is close to your heart!? What about me!? She wanted to scream at him. Instead, she lowered her head. “Yes, your highness.”

“You can go now.”

Vetta’s heart was beating her to death in her chest as she walked out of his room.

She put it all out of her mind. Instead, she withdrew her wrapped fertility pill from her corset and swallowed it down her throat.