The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 273

BONE-DEEP HATRED

“Greetings, Queen Danika. We meet again.” Then, the mistress stated with a cold blank face.

“Mistress Vetta.” Queen Danika’s voice held firm belying the fear inside her.

Vetta can only keep staring at her. Coza has been disturbing her for the past weeks for her to carry out her own part of the deal. She paid him no heed at all, because she is not killing Danika as part of any deal she made with the monster but because this is her revenge.

This is her revenge. Her pain. Her hate. Her vengeance. She will do it on her own terms. In her own time. Which is why she’s in this bedroom today.

The hatred she feels for this woman. She pain she and her father had caused her. Here she is, living a good life again as a Queen, after she and her father had destroyed her life. How is that fair?

But, she brought you food when you were dying of starvation in the dungeon. A voice whispered inside her.

That voice again. She is starting to hate this annoying voice that has suddenly taken over inside her since she got out of the palace to ‘heal’ and ‘live a new life’.

She did not have this voice before, but all of a sudden it’s there… saying things she does not want to hear.

“You will not ask me what I am doing in your bedroom? How I got in?” Vetta flashed her teeth. It wasn’t a nice smile at all.

Queen Danika shrugged, “Would it matter if I did?”

“No, it wouldn’t.” The knife hidden under her breast feeling like the extra weight it is…reminding her what she’s here for.

Queen Danika nodded her head. Then, she turned and walked towards the table, “I have to get those herbs, I’m afraid. It helps for my back.” She said conversationally.

She arched her brow, “Shouldn’t you have given birth? It’s long overdue…if King Lucien is truly the father of that thing.”

Danika didn’t rise to the bait. She only shrugged again, while she poured her liquid concortion into a cup. “He’s taking his time to come but I’m not in a hurry.”

“Maybe, he does not want to come into a world where his mother is a monster and his grandfather…?” She let out an empty laugh, “let’s us even go there.”

“How have you been, Mistress?” Danika asked with concern, “There has been a lot going on for me, I haven’t been able to inquire.”

Taken aback, Vetta arched her brow and stared at her more thoroughly. The concern she saw on that face threw her off-balance.

She forgot all about taunting her as fierce anger whip through her. “Don’t you DARE put on that act of pretense for me here, or I swear to the heavens, I will kill you in a more painful way that will leave you in EXCRUCIATING agony until you take your last breath!”

The hate and anger that spewed from each of those words made Queen Danika cringe inwardly.

She has never felt such magnitude of heavy negative feelings from anyone at all, it only took everything within her power for her to curb her fear.

“So, you came to kill me?” She asked simply.

“Surely, you did not think I came here to play with you or to congratulate you?” Vetta crossed her arms, “I do not think you to be so dull in the brain.”

“The King will hate you if he finds out about it.”

“If he finds out about it.” She replied easily.

“Do you hate me that much? Enough to kill me…?”

That empty laugh again. “If you have any idea how many times I have tried to get you killed in the past, you will know how much I hate you, Danika.”

“You have tried to kill me before?” Queen Danika was not too shocked—she knows the Mistress hates her so much—but she was shocked nonetheless.

Vetta raised her fingers and began separating them one after another as she talked. “I paid those market women to beat you up at the square, they would have killed you but your sidekick intervened. I planned with Karandy to set you up that day at the storage room, too bad that bastard was the one that died instead.” she smirked as her eyes met Danika’s wide ones, “there are a few more of them actually. So, since you have found out about it, you can stop all those pretense now.”

Danika was speechless. Too speechless.

“Why are you telling me this now?” She forced herself to ask.

“Because I know I’m going to kill you today. Finally.”

“Then, why don’t you get on with it? Why are you just sitting there on my bed? Why don’t you do it?” Queen Danika asked in a whisper.

Vetta shrugged, “I am taking my time with you. You know how it is? You savor a delicious meal before you eat it? I am savoring my revenge.” she said simply.

The hand that held her liquid concortion trembled.

She dropped the wooden cup on the table and faced the Mistress squarely, “Do you think killing me will erase everything my father put you through? Do you think killing me will make you feel better?”

Vetta hesitated for the first time, a different look crossed her face. But only for a second.

The look cleared, replaced by the cold angry one, “I know that seeing you alive does not make me feel better.”

That hurt. Queen Danika lowered her eyes to blink back the pain of those words, she almost gave up. But something inside her does not want her to give up.

Silence descended.

“I know you love the King.” Queen Danika looked up and stared at her, “I know you love King Lucien in your own way, Mistress. I carry his child inside me…if you kill me, his child will die too. It will hurt him more that anything in the world.” She whispered, her voice laced with pain.

Vetta averted her eyes, “He can always birth another with any other woman.” her head whipped back and she glared at Danika, “Thanks to you and your father, I will not be able to give him a child!”

Queen Danika shook her head slowly. “He cannot birth another, Vetta.”

She let out that empty laugh again, “You are surely thinking too highly of yourself.”

“That’s not it. The King is sterile, he has been for the past five years.”