Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
The nights were the worst.
The memories of her-of them-haunted his dreams. His waking moments. His sleepless moments of the night. His dreamless state. His working hours. His lonely hours.
Everything.
He loved her. He did not realize how much he loved her until he turned around and could not see her anymore.
After he let her go, as days turned to weeks, he realized that he loved her with an intensity that was not normal-an intensity that was terrifying. Indescribable. Dominating.
The feeling did not make him take a step forward. Instead, it made him take a step back.
For a man like the king, control was everything. Having control saved his life over and over again when nothing else did. Years in slavery were spent building up that control, only to watch it shake when Danika entered his life and crumble when he let her go. Knowing that a woman had that power over him was alarming and terrifying.
He stayed away these past two months, thinking it would go away. If anything, it gets worse…these feelings for her. And his child? He misses his child so much it is an ache in his blood.
“Dargak,” he said, his head pounding greatly.
The door opened and the guard entered. The ordered the guard to get the headache portions Angie made for him earlier in the day from the court.
Several minutes later, the guard returned with the potion, and he downed it in one drink. The potion wouldn’t work none, but it was still better than nothing at all.
The door opened and Zariel entered. “The messenger from the kingdom of Navia is about to journey back to his kingdom.
He requests to know the reply he is going with regarding the letter.”
The letter.
The king reached for a new scroll and an inked feather and wrote down his response to the princess.
Blurs were all she saw when her eyes opened. She closed it.
Opened them again.
Closed them.
Opened them again.
Vetta shook her head to clear the remaining fog from her eyes as she rose from the uncomfortable hard bed. She was in a cave, that much she could make out.
“Look who joined us again,” came the deep voice.
That voice…
The haze cleared from her eyes instantly and found the owner of that voice that had always been in her nightmares for the past five years.
It was really him. It was really him!
“I thought you died!” she gasped in shock as she sprang up from the bed.
Coza’s lips split into that monstrous smile she never really forgot. “Wouldn’t you just like that, pet?”
Vetta couldn’t believe this! Fierce anger, fear, rage and pain mixed together. Adrenaline pumped inside her as she rushed towards him and pushed him with all her might. “Monster! You monster!! What did you do to me!? Monster!!”
Two steps back under the force of her shove, he stood. “Oh, pet. You have not changed at all, have you? I thought being a mistress must have done some changes.” He was still grinning. “Guess it hasn’t done much. You’re still my same fierce, angry vixen.”
“I’m yournothing
!” she shouted at him. “You monster!” Her blazing eyes caught the feminine figure standing on the other side of the cave.
Her anger skyrocketed. “You bitch!” Vetta hissed.
Kaya raised her chin proudly. “I only did what the master asked me to do.”
“The master!? You work for this worm!? After everything he did to us!? To Salem!? To the king!? To us!?” Vetta balled her fingers into a fist, her body shaking with the force of her anger.
“Pet, pet. Always the dramatic one. Whoever told you that Talia is from Salem?” Coza drawled, amused. He crossed his arms together, obviously enjoying himself.
Vetta reared back. Of course, that will be the only explanation for why the traitorous bitch would be doing something like this.
Suddenly, pain overweighted anger. “All those meals… All those fruits…”
“They really did come from the king except for today’s meal,” Kaya-or is it Talia?-responded.
The pain receded as fast as it rose. “You bitch.” She whipped her head to Coza. “Why did you bring me into this godforsaken place!? Whatever it is, I want NO part in it! Keep living in this cave like the rat you are, Coza. You will still die a rat!”
“Your good wishes for me are quite overwhelming, whore slave.” He was still amused.
Vetta whirled towards the cave entrance, ignoring the blow to her chest by that name.
“You truly don’t think you can just walk out of here, do you?” his amused voice came again.
“You only have to watch my back as I leave, Monster!” she spat without turning back.
“I need your help.”
Vetta whirled around so fast, it was a spin. She took two deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down. When she got a semblanceof control, she pinned him with eyes filled with so much hate it would have staggered a lesser human-or a lesser monster.
“I would rather die than help you with anything,” she stated matter-of-factly.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
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