The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 189

With each step Vetta took to the King’s Chambers, she tried her best to force shave off the pains from her body and focus on the goodnews.

Danika will be executed tomorrow morning.

She and that thing in her belly will be gone, and she will have the King again. This has given her a particular kind of joy all day, it helped her forget the aches in her body.

She will have the King to herself. She will be the one bearing his children.

A smile ghosted her face as she crossed the hallway that leads to the door of the King’s Chambers. Then, she winced when her inner thighs ached.

Immediately after the execution, she will go and see Monah, the healer. Maybe she will help her with herbs to stop the bleedings and the aches in her body.

She pulled out of her thoughts long enough to stare at the door of the King’s Chambers. Sally and her husband stood there.

Sally had dried tears on her cheeks, she seemed so nervous staring behind the closed door, while her husband holds her and tries to calm her down.

Vetta cocked her head to the side, she has never seen Chad look so… The man glows. He looks…happier, even in the midst of such tragedy.

Their love looks so resplendent, and it makes her envious of them. The feeling annoys her. Sally is way lower than her, the girl should be the one envying her.

“What are you two doing out here? Are you eavesdropping on the King?” She asked authoritatively as she drew nearer.

Sally shook her head, sniffling. “Baski and Remeta are in there to plead with the King on behalf of my Princess. We are waiting for the results.”

Vetta almost rolled her eyes. Futile efforts, all of it.

The King will never forgive Danika, not how grave her offense appears to be. Poor thing.

To them, she said, “I really hope they will be able to convince him.”

Sally frowned in bewilderment. “You do? I thought you will be happy. You’ve always hated my Princess.”

“Yes. You have always hated Danika. Surely, you’re rejoicing now, Vetta.” Chad seconded.

“No, no, no. I admit I never really liked her but I don’t want her dying in such a horrible way, with such a huge ruined reputation trailing behind her. I really pity her,” she shook her head, feigning sadness, “Going from a sparkling Princess, to a slave… And now, a dirty whore.”

“She is innocent!” Sally hissed passionately.

The intensity of her words surprised Vetta, and angered her at the same time. Such loyalty…

She cleared her throat and faced the door. “Well, you don’t have to take it out on me. I’m not the one who slept around and got pregnant for a dirty lowlife….it was your Princess.”

With that, she opened the door and entered the King’s Chambers. Pausing at the sight before her, she left the door open as she looked around.

Remeta and a dirty boy laid unconscious on the ground, she feared that the King killed them, considering his moods as of recent. Then, her eyes found the King.

He looked…thrown. Worn out.

His eyes were filled with new knowledge.

He looked devastated.

“What’s going on?” She raised her voice to get their attention. Dread sizzled down her spine. This atmosphere is not looking good at all.

Baski didn’t reply her. Instead, she turned back and stared at the King. He seemed to be in a daze. “Are you alright, My King…?”

King Lucien was overwhelmed. He tried to get a hold of himself as he forced his head to work.

Danika never betrayed him.

Karandy never took her to his bed. No man has ever done that, except him.

She is innocent and he almost executed her.

It was all a setup. A big complicated setup which he fell for.

She is carrying his child.

His child… His child… His child… His child…

“Gods, Baski, what have I done?” He looked at Baski with eyes so chrestfallen, they were a stab to her heart at the very sight of them.

“My King—” She hurried back to him, holding him in an effort to steady him when he staggered again.

“Can someone tell me what is going on?” Vetta asked again.

“What have I done…?” The King asked in a hoarse voice, shaking his head once…twice…

“It’s not your fault, you never knew.” Baski consoled.

But he kept shaking his head, so dejected. “Take me to her, Baski. Take me to Danika.”

“I will do that right away, My King.” Baski held him, noticing the slight limp to his leg. “I will tell the guards on the way to come and take this two children to my room.

He nodded, pulling away from her to walk on his own. He was never a man to show weakness, but in that moment, he did not care that he was slightly limping, for stressing his injured leg greatly these past few days.

She led the way out of his Chambers and he followed. Sally and Chad followed behind them too.

Vetta stared at the two children on the floor for a moment, before she turned and followed them. What is going on?

As they walked to the dungeon, she noticed the limp in his graceful steps. It was so slight, it was almost unnoticeable. She knows how painful it is for him when his leg starts hurting.

She walked closer to him. “You can lean on me, Your Highness.” Any opportunity to touch him is a welcomed opportunity.

“No. I’m fine.” He walked ahead of her, his thoughts troubled. His heart so heavy, it felt like a big wood in his chest.

They got to the dungeon, stopping at the door of it. He stated at Danika.

She laid on a dirty white spread garment on the floor, her blond hair which was always so neatly combed and styled, was dirty and unruly behind her back. She has her back to them.

Dargak rushed forward and unlocked the gate of the dungeon. The King walked in, everyone stood behind him, except Baski who rushed forward and placed her hand on Danika’s neck.

“She’s burning up! She’s very sick, has been for days…!” She gasped, looking fanatically at the King.

King Lucien couldn’t get his eyes away from the b***d that stained her clothes from her lower body. The child leaves. That was the words of the seers.

Chad came up behind him, unable to stand the pain in his eyes any longer. “I will take her.”

“No. I will.” The King stated, stopping his movement. Chad turned, hiding his surprise well. He stepped aside.

“No, let Chad take her, Your Highness. You’re going to put more pressure on your leg!” Vetta cried, appalled at the sight in front of her.

Baski added hers with a heavy heart, “I’m afraid that she is right, Your Majesty…”