The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 250

“I am stripping you from being my mistress, Vetta. And from today onwards, I’m setting you free.”

Vetta stood there staring up at King Lucien, hours later. She was finding it hard understanding those words he spoke.

“W-What?” Surely, she didn’t hear him correctly. It’s those memories again tormenting her and blocking her hearings, she concluded.

But his eyes… That guilt was still there. That Remorse. And a new look too.

“Henceforth, you will no longer be a mistress to me, Vetta. I am letting you go.”

“Y-You’re throwing me away?” It was hard for her to believe. She can barely hear above the clamours in her head.

“No. No, I’m not throwing you away. I will never throw you away.” He stated firmly.

“But, you’re stripping me from being your mistress… That’s throwing me away.” She couldn’t shout or even scream. It was too much for her to think that Lucien is actually throwing her away. The sense of betrayal she’s feeling was too much.

He raised his hand and took hers into his. “I have been very selfish, Vetta. Please, forgive me for that. I realized all too late that I made a huge mistake placing the heavy burden of being a mistress on your shoulder fresh out of slavery. I should have never done that.”

Vetta can only look at his hand holding hers. At the back of her mind, her depraved body registered that it’s actually the first time he’s reaching for her on his own in a very long time.

“If I didn’t do that, I would have given you time to heal.” he continued, “You were always strong. Even bruised and battered, you have always been so strong, I must have selfishly relied so much on that strength, I didn’t stop to think that you’re still human and you have just been through hell.”

“I’m still strong. Nothing is wrong with me. P-Please, don’t let me go. I wouldn’t know what to do. I wouldn’t know how to go forward.” She pleaded, her world crumbling around her.

For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine her life without him in it. She wouldn’t know how to live that life. How can he throw her away like this?

“Vetta, I’m not letting you go or throwing you away, stop that train of thought.” he squeezed her hand gently, “I have a house outside the palace, just in the outskirt of the palace. In the last two weeks, I had Zariel and Dargak clean it out and put it in other.”

“The big house? Built with expensive bricks and bamboo? With tiled roof and chimney?” She murmured, her heart too heavy.

“The exact one. It belongs to my father. A place he goes whenever he wants to get away for a little bit, sometimes, he goes with his Queen, my mother. You own that house now, Vetta, I am giving it to you.”

“It has all the luxuries you will need. You need to go away from all this…to heal… The palace is not the best place for that.”

Tears blurred her eyes. Why is he suddenly being so tender towards her after five years? This is the Lucien she had before Danika’s father took him from her.

And even when he was a monster battling demons, she still wanted him that way—mostly that way because that’s how she is—but Danika had to come along and take him from her too.

“I don’t want to go. Please, don’t send me away.”

He led her to the leather cushion behind her and urged her to seat down. She did, looking up at him with blurry eyes of a shattered person. He walked out of her bedroom, and came in few minutes later with a bowl of water and a soft cloth.

Then, he hunched down in front of her. Vetta stared wide-eyed at the King as he took her leg into his hand and unclothed it from the expensive silk and leather it was clad in.

He stared at her bare leg. If scars has another name, that would be her legs. But, he was holding it so gently like a person would hold porcelain.

And, when he dipped the soft cloth in warm water and pressed it to her leg gently, tears left her eyes in massive drops.

Indeed, he is letting her go. That is why an almighty, powerful King like Lucien will be hunched in front of her…after all these years.

“Do you remember when I did this before?” He g*****d.

“How can I e-ever forget?” Three times, he cleaned her legs like this at Mombana. The difference is that her legs were filled with fresh wounds then—wounds that has turned to scars.

In the silence that followed, he washed her legs gently, and repeatedly, while she sniffled uncontrollably unable to control her tears.

Then, he stared up at her. “I’m sending you out of the palace, Vetta, not because I want to let you go completely, but because I want to hold on to you the best way I can. Go out there and experience a different kind of life than the one you’ve always known.”

“You have lived as a slave, you have lived as a mistress, but you have never lived as a free woman. I want you to go out there and live like that. Have new experiences serving no man. Be your own woman. Rediscover yourself. Rediscover Anarieveta.”

“Please, don’t say that name.” She shook her head miserably. “You’re sending me away, the best thing you can do for me is not to mention that name to me…” It hurts so much.