The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 277

Vetta arrived at the palace, going straight to the training ground, knowing that the King will be there training the young warriors.

Indeed King Lucien was there, but the training session is over. When she saw him, he was addressing Dargak in a low tone. He hasn’t seen her yet, so she used that moment to really look at him.

He has changed indeed. If you aren’t so close to him, you will not notice the subtle change because physically, he still looks the same. Hard, huge, scary, calm with a dominating presence that is almost domineering.

But that coldness that surrounds him like a cloak is not there any longer. It makes him look a little more…approachable.

“Vetta.”

His deep voice dragged her out of her thoughts. She looked up, her eyes meeting his. Her lips stretched into a smile as she walked closer and bowed to him.

“My King.” She greeted.

Taking a step forward, he kissed her forehead. “How have you been?” He inquired, soft unfamiliar light in his eyes.

Her eyes slid close as his mouth touched her cheek in a gentle gesture. “I am fine, Your Majesty.”

“You look…different,” he stated as he began walking. She fell into steps with him.

“How different? Is it my clothes?” She no longer has her mistress clothes.

“No,” sparing her a glance, he said, “Your smile looks more beautiful now. I think the outside world has been great to you?”

“I think so too,” she admitted softly.

“Your eyes are swollen. Have you been crying?” He looked worried.

Before, she would have manipulated this opportunity to her favor—to get more of his attention—in so many ways. But now, the idea didn’t appeal to her as it would have before.

“No, I think it’s what I ate last night, Your Majesty.” She replied softly.

The worry lines disappeared, his face looking more relaxed than she has seen in a long time.

“I heard Princess Kamara is finally here again,” Vetta asked.

“Yes, she arrived yesterday.”

“Will you really marry her?” She has no liking for that princess who slapped her more times than she can count. She does not deserve King Lucien.

The King seemed to consider that. Silence ensued.

Then, “For now, it’ll be sane to see it like that.” Was all he said.

“Oh.” She responded, for lack of better words. A very confusing reply, that one.

“Tell me about your life in these past few months.”

That he will voluntarily ask her this so genuinely touched her embittered heart more than anything else.

Does healing make someone like this too? Does it really clear your heart of all hurts and help you see clearly, the things hate never let you see before?

“Vetta?”

His voice urged her on. So, she began telling narrating her life outside the palace. All the way to the Royal Quarters, to his Chambers, she told him about her new life.

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In his Chambers, King Lucien seated behind his desk studying a new scroll while she clattered about the days she went to market.

She was so deep into her tale—he was listening too—when a voice interrupted from behind the door.

“Tea for his Majesty!” The voice was oddly familiar, but Vetta couldn’t place it. Yet.

“Come in.” King Lucien commanded calmly.

The door opened and Talia entered the King’s bedroom.

Vetta’s words cut off halfway, as her eyes settled on Talia and the hot liquid she carried in the wooden cup. The maid, on the other hand, almost dropped the teacup at the sight of the Mistress.

“Mistress!” Tore from her lips, fright, and horror blanketing her face. Her hands began shaking.

King Lucien was scribbling down on the scroll in front of him, paying them no attention.

Vetta glared at Talia and the liquid she carried. Anger boiled her.

Coza might have given his word not to hurt King Lucien but his word is as good as trash. She has no trust in Talia. And her expression…?

“What is in that cup!?” She hissed angrily.

“The K-King’s tea.” Talia stammered, staring hopefully at the King.

“Bring it this way.” King Lucien g*****d, turning the back of the scroll to write something on it.

Relief filled the maid. She hurried towards the King with the tea, but Vetta stepped into her path, blocking her from getting to the King.

What do you think you’re doing!? The former Mistress’s eyes asked the fierce questions silently.

Talia lifted her chin wordlessly, haughtily,

in a gesture that says, ‘You can’t stop me because you will implicate yourself too.’

Vetta narrowed her eyes angrily. Silence ensued.

At the delay, King Lucien finally lifted his head and stared at them. His brows knitted in confusion when he saw the way Vetta blocked the maid from bringing the tea to him.

“Is anything the matter?” He asked, bewildered.

Talia’s eyes twinkled with evil mischief, daring the Mistress to try explaining the matter to the King.

“Nothing.” Vetta let out, at last, stepping out of the way.

Victory flashed in the maid’s eyes before she walked past the Mistress towards the King.

Dropping the tea on his desk, she announced demurely, “Here is your tea, Your Majesty.”

He nodded his head curtly, dismissively.

Talia stepped out of his sight but didn’t go out of the room.

She watched victoriously from one corner as King Lucien lifted the wooden cup to his mouth and—

“I’ll drink it.” Vetta’s raised voice stopped the King’s descending head.