The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 248

Coza was so angry, he was seething. From his cave, his anger can start a fire in the mountains if anger was a living being.

He glared at the maid, “He made her a Queen!? She’s now in Mombana!?” He raged, “This has ruined my plans, dammit to hell!”

“It’s not really so bad, we can still—”

“Still do what!? Salem and Mombana are separated, no longer a joined Kingdom! I want to conquer that man Lucien and rule both Kingdoms, dammit! Now that it’s no longer a joint Kingdom, I won’t have two Kingdoms when I conquer Salem!” He was raging.

The maid bristled. He was right. “Also, I’ll have to go back to Mombana.”

“Not for now. Find a way to delay your going. I need you here in Salem. Blazes, I shouldn’t have waited to conquer Salem! I should have done it a long time ago.”

“You have to calm down, Master. When you do, we can think of another better plan.” His anger always scared her.

“You’re right, you’re right.” Taking deep breaths, he walked to the wooden chair and lowered himself on it. “We can make another plan, but on this, I need a weapon. My King’s former weapon.”

“Weapon?” Her brows knitted in confusion.

“Yes.” Now that he’s calm, he’ll agree that thinking is getting better. “Oh yeah. My King made the perfect weapon years ago in Mombana. To wield a weapon, you have to know all its weaknesses, so you can exploit it well.”

“If it’s the Mistress, you don’t really need a weakness, Master. All you need to do is threaten her with her secrets. She has a lot of them.”

Coza laughed. It wasn’t a nice laugh. “So, because you’re her personal maid, you think you know her well, Talia? Is it Talia or Kaya now? Which one do they know you as?”

“The palace knows me as Kaya, my new name. But, the Mistress knows me as both names because I made a mistake and let Talia slip one faithful day. Forgive me, Master.”

He waved her off, “She’ll forget, you’re the least things in her mind. As I was saying, her secrets holds no salt to her weaknesses. She can let her secrets out and damn it all to hell, she isn’t afraid of death.” he paused, “But her weaknesses? She has three, my former Master made sure of that.”

“Three?” Talia was curious.

He nodded. “Her acquired obsession for power. Her bone-deep hatred for my former Master and his daughter. The last that will never be the least has always been the most important… Her pathetic love for that man.”

“Ah…” Talia nodded in thought. “Yes, the Mistress does hate Danika a lot. We don’t really need to go too far to get her in, all we need is to explore her hatred for the new Queen.”

“I’m not so sure, Talia.” He rubbed his beards in thought, his eyes narrowed. “I’m not so sure, because if there’s one person that vixen hates more than my former Master and his daughter, that person will be me.”

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“Oh, Baski! I thought I will not be seeing you for a long time!” She cried excitedly.

The older woman snorted as she pulled away from her. She had tears in her eyes too but a huge smile splitting her lips.

“No way, Swollen-belly to. Do you think you can get rid of me so easily? Who will be giving you Chicken broth, if not me?” She beamed, “I already made you broth as we speak!”

Queen Danika let out a burst of startled laughter. “I see you didn’t just arrive.” She pulled back and glanced at the woman.

“Actually, that was why I came in here to see you, My Princ— My Queen,” Sally admitted, “I wanted to tell you that Madam Baski and My husband is here. I got carried away.”

He waved her off, “She’ll forget, you’re the least things in her mind. As I was saying, her secrets holds no salt to her weaknesses. She can let her secrets out and damn it all to hell, she isn’t afraid of death.” he paused, “But her weaknesses? She has three, my former Master made sure of that.”

“It’s no problem dear,” Baski reassured her.

Queen Danika was baffled, “How are you two here? Not that I don’t want you both here but… It’s surprising.”

Baski smiled sadly, “The King sent us here.”

“The King?” Her heart twisted in her chest. Her baby kicked inside her.

Baski nodded, her head suddenly crowded with the memories of the huge stoic figure of King Lucien as he stood with his hands behind his back in his bedroom, his back to them, and his brows ceased with sadness and worry.

**”Go to Mombana. You and Chad. Go and take good care of her, Baski. I am entrusting her to your care.” His monotone sounded so pained, so alone. And yet, his voice was firm in its command.

“And you? Who will take care of you?” She’d asked with tears in her eyes. She really wants to go, but she is finding it hard to leave him.

“I will be fine.” Firm, “She needs you more.” In a whisper.

“As you wish, My King.” Who will take care of him?

“Chad?” Firmly, his deep voice held.

“Your Highness.”

“Go to Mombana and protect her.” A pause, “I’m going to ask a favor I haven’t asked from you since Slavery.”

“You can always ask me anything.” He will do anything and everything for this King standing in front of him.

Another pause. “Protect her well, Chad. Be her Head Security. Her head Guard. You’re the only one I can trust around them. Protect them for me with everything in you.”