The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 255

King Lucien just returned from the Royal Court, very tired with a pounding headache nagging his head. He walked with a slight limp that comes with standing on his feet for so long. It was a very busy day like it has been for the past two months.

Earlier in the day, he got Princess Kamara’s letter, and he was forced to open it.

Other letters, he did not bother to open because frankly, he does not care whatever its content might be. He has no intentions of marrying the Princess.

But, when it came from a messenger, he deduced that there must be more to the letter—there has to be for the messenger to be sent all the way from Navia to Salem.

So, he’d opened and read it.

Indeed there was more to the letter. It finally made sense, the Princess’s behavior here in Salem. Her heart already belongs to another. Like his does.

He walked to his desk and lowered himself at his chair, his hand palming his banging head. He is just so tired.

The busyness of his days does nothing to alleviate the pains in his chest, the agony in his head, the torments of his mind, and the tortures of his night.

He thought he’d thought it through. Those two weeks it had taken for him to decide to let her go, he thought he had really thought it through.

Apparently, he thought wrong.

He never counted on waking up in the morning after a two hours sleepless sleep and she’s the first thought in his mind. He never counted on being unable to have a clear thought for more than a few hours without the thought of her clouding his head. He never counted on the bad ache in his chest worse than a wound from a bad fall that refused to go away.

The nights are the worse.

The memories of her—of them—haunts his dreams. His waking moments. His sleepless moments of the night. His dreamless state. His working hours. His lonely hours. Everything.

He loves her. He did not realize how much he loves her until he turned around and could not see her anymore.

After he let her go, as days turned to weeks, he realized that he loves her with an intensity that is not normal. An intensity that is terrifying. Indescribable. Dominating.

The feeling did not make him take a step forward. Instead, it made him take a step back.

For a man like him, control was everything. Having control saved his life over and over again when nothing else did.

Years in slavery he spent building up that control only to watch it shake when Danika entered his life and crumble when he let her go. Knowing that a woman has that power over him was alarming, terrifying.

He stayed away these past two months thinking it will go away. If anything, it gets worse….these feelings for her. And his child? He misses his child so much it is an ache in his b***d.

“Dargak.” He g*****d, his head pounding greatly.

The door opened and the guard entered. He ordered the guard to get the headache portions Angie made for him earlier in the day from the Court.

Several minutes later, the guard returned with the portion he downed in one drink. The portion wouldn’t work none, but it is still better than nothing at all.

The door opened and Zariel entered. “The messenger from the Kingdom of Navia is about to journey back to his Kingdom. He requests to know the reply he is going with regarding the letter.”

The letter.

The King reached for a new scroll and an inked feather and wrote down his response to the princess.

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Blurs was all she saw when her eyes opened. She closed it.

Opened it again.

Closed it.

Opened it again.

Vetta shook her head to clear the remaining fog from her eyes as she rose from the uncomfortable hard bed. She’s in a cave, that much she can make out.

“Look who joined us again.” Came the deep voice.

That voice…

The haze cleared from her eyes instantly, and her grayish-black eyes found the owner of that voice that has always been in her nightmare for the past five years.

It is really him. It is really him!

“I thought you died…!” She gasped in shock as she sprang up from the bed.

Coza’s lips split into that monstrous smile she never really forgot. “Wouldn’t you just like that, pet?”

Vetta can’t believe this! Fierce anger, fear, rage, and pain mixed together.

Adrenaline pumped inside her as she rushed towards him and pushed him with all her might. “Monster! You monster!! What did you do to me!? Monster!!”

Two steps back under the force of her shove, he stood. “Oh, pet. You have not changed at all, have you? I thought being a mistress must have done some few changes.” He was still grinning, “Guess it hasn’t done much. You’re still my same fierce angry vixen.”

“I’m your NOTHING!” she shouted at him, “You monster!” Her blazing eyes caught the feminine figure that stood at the other side of the cave.

Her anger skyrocketed, “You bítch!” She hissed.

Kaya raised her chin proudly. “I only did what the Master asked me to do.”

“The Master!? You work for this worm!? After everything, he did to us!? To Salem!? To the King!? To us!?” Vetta balled her fingers into a fist, her body shaking with the force of her anger.

“Pet, pet. Always the dramatic one. Whoever told you that Talia is from Salem?” Coza drawled, amused. He crossed his arms together, obviously enjoying himself.

Vetta reared back. Of course, that will be the only explanation why the traitorous bítch will be doing something like this.

Suddenly, pain overweighted anger. “All those meals… All those fruits…”

“They really did come from the King except for today’s meal.” Kaya—or is it Talia?—responded.

The pain receded as fast as it rose. “You bítch.” she whipped her head to Coza, “Why did you bring me into this godforsaken place!? Whatever it is, I want NO part in it! Keep living in this cave like the rat you are, Coza. You will still die a rat!”