Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Even if Danika was miraculously exonerated from being executed, would the king ever trust again?
The past couple of days were hectic. As Vetta brushed her hair on the third day, she fumed. She hadn’t the opportunity to leave the palace and go over to Monah, the healer’s place, and her bleeding hadn’t stopped. The aches in her belly hadn’t stopped either.
With Danika in the dungeon, Vetta was uncertain about leaving without chaperones, lest the king finds out about it andpunish her more harshly. He’d kept her on house arrest for it before, but this time around-with the mood he was in-he might treat her harsher.
The last two days, the king summoned her repeatedly, and he had taken his sexual pleasures from her body. In fact, she was the only visitor he had had to his chambers these past few days. It should have made her happy-it was what she had always wanted-but it didn’t. His summon filled her heart with dread.
Her hair well-brushed, Vetta got up from the chair. She was almost limping; her muscles were so sore and achy. She hadn’t been that bruised from sexual activities since slavery.
The king was being so hard on her, so rough. He also brought back the kinky sardonic sexual plays that King Cone subjected him to for over ten years. He never used any of them before, not after their slavery. It was animalistic. More pain than pleasure. King Cone’s dark kinks.
King Lucien had dropped them immediately once he had his free will, his freedom. But for the past two days, that new man that took over the king engaged in those kinks.
“Be careful what you wish for.”
His words to her on that first night she lured him to her bed rang in her ears, causing shivers down her spine.
The flashes of memories came. He’d tie her up and spanked her butt with a whip. Then he fucked her body so brutally without foreplay she was left screaming. He took her ass more often than he took her womanhood, and he was a big man. No matter how much she prepped herself for it, it ended up being an excruciatingly painful experience.
Be careful what you wish for.
Last night, he tied her up, gagged her mouth, and took her body for hours long. By the time he was done, her voice had gone hoarse from screaming into the gag, her eyes red from crying. When he pulled away from her and began putting on his clothes,it was the first time he really looked at her in the past few days. Sympathy and guilt clouded his visions, and for a moment, she’d seen the King Lucien she knew again in him.
He’d walked towards her and kissed her wet cheek lingeringly. “I apologize to you for all these, Vetta. You do not deserve this at all.” The apology only teared her up the more because she knew it had not been easy for him. He’d palmed his head. “I was thinking it’s high time I get a second mistress.”
“What?” It shocked Vetta so much she wiped her eyes clean just to make sure it was not an illusion.
He got up and continued putting on his clothes. “It’s a thought I’m considering. You’re only but one woman, and I have…needs.”
Over her dead body would she let another woman have him! She hadn’t battled tooth and nail to get rid of Danika, only to battle a new concubine. He was still hurting about the incident with Danika. With time, he would change.
“I can take care of your needs; I’m already taking care of them. You don’t need a-another mistress,” she stuttered out, the idea throwing her off guard. She never expected it.
“I think I’m damaging you, Vetta. It’s the most reasonable thing to do.”
“No! I’m fine. You know how much I enjoy being with you,” she reassured him, hiding her pain very well.
“Vetta—“
“Can’t you c-curb your needs? You are giving in to your mind’s twisted demands about being a monster. Danika’s father made that man. You are not that man,” she breathed sadly.
He’d flinched slightly at the mention of her name, then walked out of the bedroom.
Vetta sighed at the memory as she sat on her bed, waiting for the maids to run her a bath. She’d gone to Baski for the past two days to get herbs and be treated after every bed session with theking. Baski always took pity on her whenever she saw her body. Her herbs helped reduce the aches in her body and healed her rectum.
Baski had noticed her bleedings-which hadn’t stopped-but Vetta made sure to convince her that they came from her moments with the king.
All in all, those past few days were not so good at all. It was nothing like how she expected the days after her victory. She’d expected to be wearing an eternal smile on her face because she got her man back, but instead, she’d been crying. She didn’t get the king back; she got a different man.
“When the plan comes to your head, ignore it. Do not do it. You will hurt queen. You will hurt prince. You will hurt his father. And you will get hurt. You get away this time around, and you get hurt the next.”
Goosebumps worked their way down Vetta’s spine at the vivid reminder of those creepy words that wouldn’t seize ringing in her head for the past few days.
Those words have become so true.
Her only happiness was that Danika would be executed at the square tomorrow. That was her only consolation.
Danika was sick and became sicker as days went by.
Baski mixed her herbs and took them to Danika’s dungeon. With the help of Dargak, she’d been able to set up a small sleeping mat for Danika inside the dungeon after she’d spent two nights on the cold hard ground.
Danika woke the second day unable to move her body because it had been aching badly. As a princess, she’d always had the softest of beds, and when she was made a slave, she’d slept on the hard ground for one week before the king ordered a bedroom for her. So sleeping on a cold hard ground wasn’t something
Danika was used to. Coupled with her condition and fragile health after what happened with Karandy, it was hard for her to cope.
So with the help of Sally and Dargak, Baski got a mat for Danika and occasionally snuck in food for her to eat. If other guards saw, they pretended not to and hadn’t reported it to the king.
The herbs she’d given Danika on her first day in the dungeon helped with the bleedings, but it hadn’t stopped them completely, and she was still spotting occasionally.
It also helped them to discover that Karandy hadn’t succeeded in taking advantage of her. Danika had cried with relief, and Baski was just as happy. At least one out of their numerous problems had been solved.
Baski tried her best over the next couple of days to make sure she made herbs that would supply more blood to Danika’s body-seeing that she had lost so much blood already-while trying to think of a way to exonerate Danika in the eyes of the king. But every single way she thought was a lead was a dead-end because Karandy was dead. It worried her that she was running out of time too.
Then, on the third day, Baski was sharing duties with the maids when a thought had come to her head. That pill Karandy used to drug Danika. If she could make powerful herbs that would flush whatever remained of those pills from her body, she could take Danika’s urine and extract those remains from it. If Baski was able to do that, she could bottle the remains and take them to the king to explain that Danika was drugged. She never cheated on him.
But how would she prove that the child in Danika’s body belonged to him? Baski sighed helplessly. She couldn’t.
But it wouldn’t deter her. She must start somewhere.
God, where was her daughter, Remeta? It kept her awake at night, worried sick.
Remeta…please, come back to me.
“Remeta is going home.” Remeta joined Corna in the backyard. “I can’t keep staying here and crying all day. I have to go the palace.”
The small boy turned towards her. “We cannot intefewe. It can be dangewous.”
Remeta shook her head pitifully. “I can’t. I can’tnot do a thing. You don’t hear their cries every night like I do. You don’t!”
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