Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Coza laughed evilly. The woman was hesitating, but he knew how to demolish her restraint.
“Do you know that he has proposed to her today?” he drawled. “In the royal court. He came here today to marry her. Cone’s daughter gets to live happily ever after while you have nothing! End her life and get your revenge. Not only your revenge, but you also get your man too!”
Tears filled Vetta’s eyes. She palmed the knife in her hand more tightly, gripping it hard.
“Please…Vetta… please, don’t d-do it!” Danika cried, holding her belly protectively and taking a step back.
Coza’s patience ran out. “Shit! Get out. I’ll do it for you. You’re wasting too much time.”
Then he rushed towards Danika and raised his sword to her belly.
It happened so fast, it was so unexpected.
Vetta jumped in front of Danika before he could get too close to her. The sword slid into her own belly, coming out from behind her. Danika screamed behind Vetta at the sight of that sword coming out from her lower back.
“Shit! What did you do!?” Coza shouted. He attempted to pull his sword out, but Vetta held it in a dead grip.
Then she raised the knife in her hand and stabbed him dead center in the chest. She buried the knife deep inside into heart.
Coza didn’t see it coming. His eyes widened in shock.
“I did tell…you that you will…die by my…hands,” Vetta said in pain, but her eyes held his.
The knife that pierced his heart sucked the life out of him rapidly; he got no chance to talk. His eyes were still wide with shock and pain as he fell to the floor. “You…bitch!” he managed with his last breath.
Vetta was bleeding. But she grinned at him, even as tears ran down her face. “May your soul…rot in hell…Monster.”
The light left his eyes. Coza died.
Vetta could no longer hold it in. She fell into Danika’s arms…..
In the kingdom of Salem, Remeta stayed in her mother’s bedroom, rubbing her arms methodically as she stared up at the sky. Her gray eyes were dazed and bold-the eyes of the seer. Corna was beside her. The little boy offered her support while staring out of the window with her.
The clouds gather in the sky. The sky had been postcard-perfect, but it was changing. It had been changing for a while now. The beautiful cocktail-blue shade was beginning to darken into gravel-grey. Large pillows of clouds were forming, blotting out the old-gold colour of the sun. The sky wants to turn tar-black. The sign of heavy rain about to fall.
People ran around helter skelter seeking shelter while they stared up to the sky in wonder and bewilderment all at once. It was the sign of rain about to fall. But how could this be? There had been no rain in Salem for ages.
“The arrival of the great prince is here,” Remeta stated in that monotone that belongs solely to the Great Ones.
“Yes. I can feel it too. But his mother is not weady,” Corna reasoned in that tiny voice of his. “Poor woman. The stubborn pwince wants out. Now.”
“The queen is strong.” Dazed eyes watching the clouds, she added, “The heavens are so happy here but so angry in
Mombana. Heaven is so angry in Mombana. They shout out in form of thunders, for she has suffered so much.”
“I know. I felt her pain before…one day, in the marketplace. I was with my mama so far away, but I felt her pain, anger and bitterness. It was so overwhelming that I left Mama and wan to her. I dwagged her legs to soothe her, but she pushed me away,” Corna remembered in a sad tone. “I wanted to hug her so badly. I wanted to twy and heal her so badly.”
“But she pushed you away. She is not yours to heal, Little Corna.”
The boy nodded vigorously. “I know that now. No, she was not mine to heal, I was not sure if I could have done anything, anyway. Her hate was too deep.”
“You couldn’t have. Her anger and bitterness was deep-rooted.” Remeta paused. “There was a greater healer waiting for her, and that healer has found her.”
Cornna glanced up again. “It will wain here. Heavily.” He smiled. “The pwnce is coming. Pwince of Wain.”
In the kingdom of Mombana, Vetta could no longer hold it in. She fell into Danika’s arms.
Queen Danika saw the fall coming, and she caught Vetta in her arms and lowered both of them to the floor. In that moment, her pain was forgotten as her eyes darted all over the mistress’s body down to the long sword embedded deep into her belly. The blood.
“No…no… P-please!” Danika cried, her hands shook badly. Tears ran down her face.
Vetta stared at the ceiling, tears in her own eyes. Her breathing was shallow, short. “So this day…came eventually.”
“Why!?” Danika sobbed. “Why did y-you do it! Why?”
A small, pained smile crossed Vetta’s features. “I told him that…I would…kill him. Monster didn’t…believe me.”
Frantically, Danika covered the wound with her hands, trying to stop the blood from coming out of her. There was just too much blood! “Oh, Vetta. Why? Why did you save me? Why did you throw yourself…in front of me!?” Danika’s voice repeatedly broke, her words jumbled up.
“He was going to stab…you. I had to…stop him.” More tears left her eyes. “I-ironic, isn’t it? I am about to…die for Cone’s d-daughter. Who knows? Maybe now…I can find peace. This world has been…so cruel to me.”
Vetta’s head was cushioned on her breasts, and Danika hugged the older woman tighter. “I’m so sorry. So sorry for everything.”
“It was your f-father’s sins, not yours. It took me…a long time to…realize that. I was…hurting too much…to allow myself to think of that.” She made a sound of pain. “I was so afraid…the hate I had for you was…an anchor. It was not…your fault.”
“I’m so sorry.” Danika shook her head, unable to stop apologizing. “I’m sorry for what my father did…to you. I’m sorry that the king fell in…love with me.”
Vetta blinked slowly. Tears poured like rain. “Your father killed him…Lucien. I watched him…die over and over…again over the years. Like he watched me. The t-torture was too…much for us, Danika.”
“I’m sorry. So sorry!” Queen Danika cried, gritting her teeth as she felt another contraction coming up.
“We were more…like dead people when we got…free again. But you…made him alive again.” It was becoming really painful to talk, but Vetta pushed on. “You came into his life…and a new light entered his…eyes. It was hate…before, but even then, I knew…that something was wrong. I did…everything I could…to stop it.” She began coughing.
“No.
Pleeeease!
” Danika sobbed, panting harshly as waves of pain washed through her body. It was excruciating, this pain.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Dayson was the alpha of the largest pack in North America. Powerful figures from other packs sought to offer gorgeous girls as potential mates for Dayson. He steadfastly rejected these advances, he was not a pawn to be manipulated. But eventually there came a mysterious girl he could hardly say No. Who was she?