Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Baski’s smile dimmed, replaced by a sad look. “She misses you so, so much, but you know this place…it holds so much nightmare for her. She wanted to see you, but…”
“But here is Mombana,” Queen Danika completed for her. “It’s alright, Baski, I understand. I miss her so much but I know we’ll see again.”
I miss the king, too…so much. Will we see each other again?
As the morning progressed, Sally and the maids were putting Danika’s bedroom in better order, two other maids ran a bath for her, and by the time she was done, Baski was in her bedroom with the herbal sauce of hot chicken broth.
“I had to reheat it again to make it hot,” the older woman said satisfyingly.
“These days, I have the feeling that you’re purposefully torturing me with this damned sauce from hell,” Danika grumbled.
“It’s no torture if it makes you and my wee one healthier inside there. How is my prince holding up?”
“He has been kicking the hell out of me all morning.”
“A strong one, my boy. Come on, swollen-belly. This drink can’t get cold again.”
Queen Danika begrudgingly walked towards her, took the drink, and downed the content in one swing of her hand. She gave her back the empty cup.
“Now, you’re talking.” Baski patted her in approval.
“Who’s taking care of him, Baski?” she whispered again, unable to keep the worry away. How could she stop worrying about him when he was all she lived and breathed in her mind?
Baski shrugged and turned away from her to the table and began mixing another herbs. The queen’s concerns were also her concerns, so she didn’t know what to say.
Then a thought entered Queen Danika’s mind. “Of course-he has the mistress. He told me two nights ago that he had reached a decision about her.” She did her best not to feel the pain and jealousy, but it was hard. It was in her voice.
He will be back in the arms of his mistress. Two nights ago is a night she will never forget.
“No, actually.” Baski drew her away from her thoughts.
“Huh?”
“I mean…no, he is not with the mistress, either.”
“What do you mean?”
Vetta was tired-physically, mentally and emotionally.
Memories assailed her and threatened to eat her alive. Those memories she’d been running from.
All those nights she screamed right here in this dungeon, it was her running away from those memories.
And now, she could no longer run. They filled her head.
Rape after rape. Beatings after beatings. The killings.. Her legs so shredded and bruised, she was a huge limp for months. Guards making fun of her…
“The whore slave! It’s her, it’s the whore again.” Laughter. “Whore, whore, whore.”
She closed her ears with trembling hands. Why couldn’t she stop hearing their voices?
“You will kill him off! I command you.” Cone’s voice split her ear. Coza was there smiling like a mated goat.
“Over my dead body!” The sound of her own whimper made her body cringe. His disgusting release smeared her thighs and only kept dripping out of her body. She wanted to cut out her own body.
“Your dead body can be arranged, you know.” He smirked. “But then, you don’t fear death, do you, whore? Not your own death.”
She already had an idea where all the monster’s rant was headed to. Where it always went to.
“You have already killed him. You have already killed Declan.” She was crying, her voice pleading. “Please, you have already killed him. Don’t make me do it too.”
That would be the turning point if she did that. No going back.
Killing Lucien’s cousin. A man he had protected with his own life over and over again. A man he loved more than anything in the world. His only living relative!
That would be her own abyss. Her soul’s damnation. She knew this. King Cone knew this, too, because he smirked at her.
“Oh, but I’m already making you do it?” That smirk haunted her ever since. “That’s one great thing about having power, whore. You can do anything you want. You can have anything you want. You can take anything you want. Power, whore, is everything in this world. It’s also the one thing which a thing like you can never have.” He was still smirking as he gave the command that sealed her soul to darkness. “You’re right, he’s already dead, but you will still deliver the final blow. Kill him off, or I will send Coza to go and poison your Lucien. He will die slowly and very painfully.”
Vetta’s eyes squeezed shut so tightly she would have busted her eyeballs if she could squeeze them further. “Go away!” she screamed at the memories.
This is what Remeta meant when she said that her nemesis would come to her inform of a person.
The child. It was all because of the child of that bastard, Karandy, why all this was happening. If she never got pregnant with that child, she would never be in this place.
The sound of locks opening tore her mind away from the vicious claws of memories. Hands on her ears, she stared at the metal door, watching it open.
King Lucien entered the dungeon. Suddenly, he was dominating the small confinement. The empty room no longer seemed so empty…so cold.
Their eyes met and held. Guilt filled his own. Remorse.
Resentment filled hers. And anger. And bitterness. And happiness. And that feeling she had always had for him for as long as she could remember.
“Zariel?” His calm voice betrayed the storm in his eyes.
The door opened and the guard entered. “Your Majesty.”
“Get the mistress out.”
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
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