Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
That wasn’t a name she expected to hear, but she took it leisurely. All that mattered was for him to take it all off his chest-whatever it was that had burdened him this badly.
“How did you fail the mistress?” Danika asked curiously.
He let out a deep breath and got up from his seat. “I will tell you a story, Danika…”..
Eleven Years Ago.
He was half-dead. Again.
He could almost see himself drifting away, moving right out of this body that had become the embodiment of pain. He could practically see himself floating. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing. Whoever said that he wanted to keep living? He’d been beaten. Starved. Mocked. King Cone stood by the corner while they used him as a playing ground. His laughter and snickers of enjoyment alone caused prince Lucien’s heart to rage.
His manly parts started a brand new hellfire right there. The burns and the pain coming from that part of him would be the death of him.
But who will save his people while he’s gone? Who will protect Declan? Vetta? Baski? Chad? Remeta?
He is so tired. He is just so tired.
“Look who’s staggering her way in again,” Coza’s voice rose in the air. “It’s the whore slave, my lord.”
“One of his shadows,” Cardel, another head trainer said amusingly. “I wonder what she is doing here.”
“I don’t need to wonder. I know. The same thing she does, always,” Kanaris, one of the slave training guards stated, and the monstrous Coza snickered.
“This will be fun. She has nothing to trade this time around. Not after what Coza did to her two nights ago after she interrupted his training session with the prince.” Anotherfamiliar voice, but in his hurting head, he couldn’t make out who had that one.
“The bitch is sweet. I wouldn’t lie about that. I’ve lost count how many times I’ve fucked her, and yet, I don’t get tired of her.” Coza. “Sometimes I start an unordered session with the prince because-“
“You know she will come,” Cardel chuckled. “Me too.”
“My king, what do you want us to do?” Kanaris’s voice.
“Let her come. This will be entertaining,” King Cone finally said. He sounds amused too.
Unsteady footsteps. Followed by Vetta’s voice. “Please, let him go.”
The sound of laughter filled the air. “The same words always. Every. Single. Time.” That was Coza.
“You have nothing else to give this time around, whore-slave,” Cardel sneered. “You’re already one huge giant bruise. You can’t even walk properly.”
“P-please, I’ll do a-anything you want; just let him go.” She was crying and wincing with each hop on her feet.
Coza, that monster slave trainer guard, had whipped those legs of hers mercilessly two nights ago before he took advantage of her body.
“Go away, whore. At this rate, you’ll die in a very horrible way.” Kanaris. “Even I draw the lines at a bitch dying beneath me. I ain’t fucking no dead body.”
King Cone spoke at last. “Why do you care so much about a man that will not give a damn about you if he has his freedom? His freewill? I know a lot of you are protecting each other, but I do not understand how you will go to extremes to keep this man alive. You are nothing to him but a lowborn, a born slave. He is a prince. You will be forgotten. In fact, he will get rid of you immediately after he is able to. You keep saving him and ruining yourself. Every guard in this high dungeon has fucked you up inthe most brutal way for a man who does not give a crack that you exist.”
“Do not pretend you know him. You knownothing about him!” Vetta stated vehemently, sniffling angrily.
“I know us.” Cone corrected smoothly. “I know aristocrats. We do not give a damn about lowborns, and we most definitely will never marry one. So dear child, stop killing yourself over royalty, because he will always see you like trash. In your case, it is worst. You are the worst kind of whore and trash, all because of him. But he will still throw you away anyway.”
“My prince w-will always be a better man than you can ever be, King Cone!” she’d stated loathingly.
“For a woman that wants me to grant her a request and a favor. You sure are insulting,” Cone snarled. “Maybe I will take everything you’re offering-and still kill your prince anyway.”
“No!” Vetta’s knees hit the ground, and she began crying and pleading. She begged and she begged and she cried.
Back To The Present.
“I can still remember that day-and every other day she saved me-like it was yesterday.” King Lucien’s voice was hoarse.
Danika couldn’t see his face because he was facing away from her, his arms crossed behind him. Tears filled her eyes and overflowed. Uncontrollable tears. “What happened…after?” she asked when he went silent.
“She struck another deal with him. She was always ‘dealing’ with anyone harming me. I tried to prevent it whenever I could, but most times, I was in a state where I could do nothing about it. He continued. “I woke up three days later, in a nice bed for the first time in ages, my body was still a giant bruise, but I looked down myself to see that the royal healers had treated me. Myheart shattered in my chest because that does not come with a small price. It never does.” He lowered his head. “I searched for her with my eyes, for I couldn’t move. I asked all the maids that brought in food or pills to help me find Vetta. But no one ever did a thing for me.” He swallowed hoarsely. “Whatever they did to her would be unbearable, but I just needed to see her alive. They brought her in, in the evening. She was covered in blood. They’d all used her: Cone, Cardel, Kanaris and Coza. This was barely two weeks after she had her second miscarriage.”
“Oh, my goodness,” Danika cried.
“Her condition was critical. They laid her beside me and the healers began treating her. All that time, she cried. She was bawling her eyes out because of what they made her do, even before they did what they did to her.”
“What did they make her do?” She dreaded the question, but she had to ask.
“It was the first time Cone gave such a mission. She killed a person. An innocent woman.”
Danika lowered her head in shame. How did that monster father her?
“Cone gave her a mission to sneak into the home of a privileged and kill his wife. I don’t have any idea why he would want the woman dead, but Cone had a lot of enemies. She couldn’t get past that kill because the woman she was sent to kill was a woman she knew. A woman she cared for,” he revealed in a low voice.
That was unexpected. “What!?”
He turned and faced her then, standing in the middle of the room while she was seated behind his desk to alleviate her hurting legs. “Vetta’s parents were slaves owned by the Raskin family. Her mother died during childbirth, and her father fell sick and dropped dead while working the mines one day. In her teens, she…fancied the master of the Raskin household.”
Fancying a master was never a good idea for any slave, but who was she to cast the first stone? Danika had that thought remorsefully. “And the master?”
“Gedony Raskin. He was in his early twenties and newly married to Yeaha, who was much older than him but very powerful in society. She was a princess. There were rumors among the aristocrats that Gedony Raskin developed feelings for Vetta too, but they were unfounded rumors. I have no idea what happened, but one day, Gedony Raskin came to my father and offered to sell Anarieveta. My father never wanted to have more slaves, but he bought her anyway.”
“Why?” she asked in a hoarse voice.
“My father kept slaves closer. He said he could not help all slaves, for they are many, but he would help those he was able to. That is all he was capable of doing for them-at least until he was able to eradicate the laws of Introduction of Slaves and the Unjust Killing of Slaves.”
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
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