The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 256

“Your good wishes for me are quite overwhelming, Whóre Slave.” He was still amused.

Vetta whirled towards the entrance of the cave, ignoring the blow to her chest by that name.

“You truly don’t think you can just walk out of here, do you?” His amused voice came again.

“You only have to watch my back as I leave, Monster!” She spat without turning back.

“I need your help.”

Vetta whirled around so fast, it was a spin. She took two deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down.

When she got a semblance of control, she pinned him with eyes filled with so much hate it would have staggered a lesser human…or a lesser monster.

“I will rather die than help you with anything.” She stated matter-of-factly.

He clutched his chest in mock shock. “Oh, pet. You are so predictable.”

“I’m done here.” She turned again.

“If you help me, you will get so much money in return, you will be a rich woman.”

“You can rot in hell.” She has fifteen steps to reach the entrance.

“I will give you power, Vetta. So much power that even the noblemen and women of the Kingdom will fear, respect, and obey you.”

“I will rather die a peasant.” Ten steps to reach the entrance.

“Wow. Now, I am truly surprised. My pet rejects power.” He did sound surprised.

She kept walking. Seven steps to reach the door.

“If you walk out of here I will make sure the King of Salem finds out that you are the one that delivered the final blow that killed his beloved little cousin. What’s that his name?….uhm… Declan?”

Her steps faltered. Silence descended.

Then, she turned and faced him.

The venom on her face DID make him cringe this time around.

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King Lucien began writing on the scroll.

Yes, he will help her. Not only because he wants to stop a war, but also because he is willing to save her lover too.

On the noon of the morrow, he will send out his Royal Messenger to deliver to her father that he is coming for her hand in marriage, he wrote. He would have given the message to Navia’s Royal Messenger but it will be suspicious, so Salem’s Messenger will arrive on the morrow instead.

At the end of his letter, he wrote that she should take care of herself. Then, he dropped the inked feather, folded the letter, and handed it to Zariel.

Zariel bowed to him before he turned and departed.

Alone with Dargak again, he leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes.

Why is he willing to save the Princess’s lover? The thought breezed through his mind.

He has no answer for that. Maybe because he finally knows what it is like for a person’s heart to belong to another.

He dismissed Dargak, wanting to be alone. The sound of the door closing filled the air. It was followed by silence. That eerily silence he has come to know on a personal level these past long weeks.

Alone. Always alone. Cold sizzled through him.

Then, Zariel announced himself again.

“This better be important, Zariel.” He g*****d without opening his eyes.

The guard entered and cleared his throat, “The Minister for Public Affairs is in the palace again, Your Majesty. It is about your permission for a few Personnels to visit the Rain Checker.”

The King already knows why the Minister came even before Dargak stated the reasons.

Years ago, a man named Sonmo was rumored to be a Rain Checker. A man who can draw down rain from the sky.

The rainless state of Salem for almost three years now has put his people in a desperate state, to the extent they’re requesting for his permission to journey out of Salem to the man’s Kingdom to seek his audience. This is in hope that the man might have a solution to what Salem will do for rain to bless the land again.

The rumors say Sunmo lives in Mombana. A day’s journey from Salem. Danika’s Kingdom.

Danika…

“Your Highness,” Zariel called nervously when the silence has stretched longer than usual.

He didn’t move a muscle, neither did he open his eyes, as he gave his usual response. “Tell him I decline to that request and my reason still remains the same.”

“Yes, Your Highness.” He bowed his head even though the King can’t see, and walked out of the door.

There will be no seeking out Sunmo, because it is all a rumor. It’s not worth the trouble chasing shadows because of rumors.

The headache that pounds his head will not let go, the pain from his left leg only keeps getting worse. He remained in his position, not moving a muscle.

A hesitant knock on the door.

“Your H-Highness?” Zariel sounded hesitant this time around.

“Get out of that door, Zariel.” He g*****d calmly.

The King’s voice was calm but a shiver worked down Zariel’s back. “Uhm, My King? I think you n-need to read this.”

“I have no intentions of reading anything, Zariel. Get out and stay out.”

Silence.

“It’s about Q-Queen Danika.”