Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
The words came to him then. Whispers in his mind. In his heart.
“Do not forget, your seed has never germinated elsewhere. Only in one land…”
He froze. Danika was carrying his child. That could only mean…
No. No way. It couldn’t possibly mean what he thinks it did. His eyes found Vetta, and he remembered her outburst not more than two minutes before.
No. There’s no way Vetta…
And yet, it was looking like it.
King Lucien refused to believe it. Refused to believe she’d slept with another. She’d carried another man’s child. He just couldn’t believe it.
Not until she made him believe it and he knew exactly what to do….for he has known Vetta for long.
His legs took him closer to her again and he bent down like before, getting into her face again. “Look me in the eyes, Vetta. Look me in the eyes and tell me that the child you carried was my child. Look me in the eyes and tell me that you flushed my child.”
Vetta really wanted to come out of this mess because she knew it wouldn’t be good for her if she didn’t. So she looked him in the eyes. Eyes, so blue-so dark, they saw into the soul. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Then she glanced down at the bed in defeat, breaking eye contact with him. She had never been able to maintain that eye contact with him-especially when she was lying. It was as if her lies were right there for him to see through his eyes.
King Lucien felt a hand grab his chest and squeeze tightly at the guilty look on her face. “You have had another lover,” he said as he straightened.
It wasn’t a question, but Vetta felt obliged to answer. “It was just one time!” she burst out.
Baski gasped at her admission. Her hands went to cover her mouth in shock and disbelief. Angie suddenly took a new interest in the ceiling above them. He wished he wasn’t there at all.
King Lucien’s shoulders were hunched as he stared at Vetta like he was seeing a stranger. Silence descended between them. He turned his back on her. “I trusted you.”
“Please, Lucien, it was just one time, and it was a mistake!” Vetta cried, trying to get out of bed and go to him, but she couldn’t.
He turned and glanced at her with eyes so cold. “I trusted you.” He threw the words at her like a man would throw a weapon. “I trusted you!”
“I was not thinking at all! P-please, it was just one time!”
The king shook his head slowly. He felt so betrayed he had no idea if the feeling could be described. He felt…disillusioned. He never expected this. Not from Vetta.
Vetta rose from the bed, kneeling on it, not caring how her body protested the movement as pain shot through every single part of her. Her hands reached for him, but he stepped back like she was a peasant reaching out to him before she could touch him. It didn’t stop her from trying-from pleading desperately. “P-please. Please, believe me! I never meant to do that. I swear to the gods! Please, hear-“
“Dargak.” One word filled with rage.
“No! Please, Lucien, please listen to me!”
The door opened, and the guard rushed into Baski’s bedroom. He knelt before the king. “Yes, Your Highness.”
“Take her to the dungeon,” he ordered, throwing Vetta a venomous glance.
“Um…” Angie felt he should contribute here. “She’s in a bad condition now-“
“Take her to the dungeon now. I do not want to see her here in the next coming minutes. I will decide her fate later.” The king turned towards the door and began his steady walk out.
“Please, Lucien! Please, don’t do this to me! How can you do this to me!? Please-” she began screaming when she felt the huge unbearable pain begin inside her again.
He did not turn, even as she screamed and begged him.
He did not turn, even as her scream cut off, and she began spasming again.
He did not turn, even when Angie shouted that she was having another crisis.
He did not turn, not even when movements burst behind him as they rushed around to try and save her.
He walked out of the door without looking back….
The rumor of what happened had spread all over the palace. It was the first thing Danika heard when she woke up from sleep.
The rumor flying around the wind goes like this.
The mistress was cheating on the king. She had other lovers, and she’d gotten pregnant by one of her lovers. Then she proceeded to flush the baby away so that the king would not find out about it, but the king did found out, and Vetta is in trouble!
It had been several hours since Danika heard that. She’d tried to go about her daily activities, but she couldn’t help worrying about the king and everything going on. Were the rumors true? How was the king taking all this? He was a man that didn’t give trust easily; how betrayed would he be feeling right now? Danika had a hunch that this would affect him badly.
The more she thought about it, the more she worried. It had taken her mind off her quarrel with the mistress and the words she said to her in the afternoon.
She’d asked Baski if the rumors were true, but the woman seemed depressed and only shrugged.
Danika had gone to the king’s chambers before, but Zariel had informed her that the king did not want to be disturbed.
At sundown, in the privacy of her own room, Danika tried to get some sleep, but she couldn’t. It was not because her baby waskicking her ribs like his personal football field, but because of the king.
At that point, she couldn’t take it any longer. She got up from the bed, staring at the hourglass at her bedside table. It was so late at night. Reaching for her nightrobe, she slid her arms into it and strode towards her door. The walk to the king’s chambers was quiet.
The two men standing guard saw her and became worried. One of them shook his head as she walked closer.
“The king does not want to be dist-“
“Please. Let me go in. He has been in there for a long time. I know you’re as worried about him as we all are,” she explained in a plea. “Do not worry. I will not put you or your job in danger because of this.”
They hesitated and turned and looked at each other worriedly. Then they faced her again and nodded affirmatively.
She thanked them before she took a step towards the door and knocked on it. When she didn’t hear any royal command to come in, she became more worried.
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