The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 232

Baski beat herself up for being so busy all day as she walked towards the Consultation Room. There was a recruit of new palace workers, so, she had a lot to do.

It’s late at night now. Only an hour ago did she get enough time to go to the kitchen and sneak out a huge meal for Vetta. She’d taken it to her in the dungeon before she went back to the kitchen and cooked chicken broth herself for Danika.

As usual, the pregnant woman put up a huge fuss because she has no interest in eating broth but in the end, she’d ate it again while cussing her and creating so much fuss.

Afterwards, she’d made her bed for her and they’d said goodnight. She just returned to her bedroom when the guards told her that she’s been summoned by the King in the Consultation Room.

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Why the Consultation Room? Baski asked herself. It’s late at night, shouldn’t he be in his bed Chambers?

Why is he summoning her by this time of the night? What could be so important?… So pressing?

Standing in front of the Consultation Room, she knocked on the door. “I’m here, My King.” Her voice accompanied the sound.

A pause.

“Come in.” His voice came through.

She walked through the door and closed it. “You sent for me, Your Highness.”

“I want to free Danika.” The King announced from the fur-chair he was seated on.

For a full minute, Baski couldn’t process the words. Just like those moments when a sentence you’ve always wanted to hear but knows it’s impossible to hear is hauled at you.

“W-What…?” No. She must have misplaced his words. She couldn’t have heard him correctly.

He got up. Hands behind him he walked towards the window of the room and overlooked the dark night. “I have been thinking about it alot I decided that it’s time I let her go. I am freeing her from Slavery.”

“Oh my heavens….!” Shaky hands covered her mouth and tears filled her eyes. Indeed, she heard him correctly. “You’re freeing Danika!?”

“Yes. I made the decision a week ago. I am merely implementing it now. I already sent out the meesage. On the morrow, the Kings will be here. I will uncollar her.”

Baski rushed towards him and hugged him from behind. He flinched.

She didn’t mind. She didn’t let go.

“Thank you so so so much, Lucien. Thank you so much. Thank you for letting go of your ultimate hate for Cone. Thank you for seeing Danika’s heart and sincerity. Thank you so much, for taking the greatest step in recovery…which is letting go. I’m so happy for all of us.” She gasped, clutching him tight.

His eyes didn’t stray from the night’s clouds. His heart was too heavy for words. “I will always hate and boil for Cone, Baski. I do not think I can ever unhate that man. If that is what healing means, then I’m afraid I’m still so far away.”

“No.” Her head shook against his back vigorously, “No, you have every right to hate that monster. I hate him too, Chad does….not to mention Vetta. But, I’m so happy that you SEE Danika. You really do SEE her for who she really is. She is NOTHING like her father.”

“I do see. What I see has my heart and mind in tangles, Baski. I do not know if what I see, is what I should really see. Or I see what circumstances and an instinctive sense of survival made her to be. Or I see what I want to see.”

Baski was lost. “What do you mean?”

He pulled away from her. Just a slight move indicating this request for space and Baski let him go immediately, taking two steps back.

“I…” He has never been a master when it comes to explaining himself. His mouth snapped shut.

“It doesn’t matter, My King. I’m sure everything will be fine. What matters is that you’re releasing her from Slavery! She will stay here as a free person and give birth to the baby as a free–“

“She will not be staying.” Calmly, he phrased.

She paused, and snorted. “Of course, she’ll be staying and she will be so so happy! She—“

“I am giving her back her rightful place, Baski. Being a free person does not cut it for a Royalty.” He stated matter-of-factly, “I will make her a Queen.”