The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 290

***IN THE KINGDOM OF SALEM***

Remeta stayed in her mother’s bedroom, rubbing her arms methodically as she stared up to the sky. Her gray eyes were dazed and bold. The eyes of the seer.

Corna was beside him. The little boy offering her support, while staring out of the window with her.

The clouds gather in the sky. The sky had been postcard-perfect, but it was changing. It has been changing for a while now.

The beautiful cocktail-blue shade was beginning to darken into gravel-grey. Large pillows of cloud were forming, blotting out the old-gold color of the sun. The sky wants to turn tar-black. The sign of heavy rain about to fall.

People ran around helter-skelter seeking shelter while they stared up to the sky in wonder and bewilderment all at once. It is the sign of rain about to fall. But how can this be? There has been no rain in Salem for ages.

“The arrival of the great prince is here.” Remeta stated in that monotone that belongs solely to the Great Ones.

“Yes. I can feel it too. But his mother is not weady…” Corna reasoned in that tiny voice of his, “Poor woman. The stubborn pwince wants out. Now.”

“The Queen is strong.” Dazed eyes watching the clouds, she added, “The Heavens are so happy here, but so angry in Mombana. The heaven is so angry in Mombana. They shout out in form of thunders, for she has suffered so much.”

“I know. I felt her pain before… one day, in the marketplace. I was with my mama so far away, but I felt her pain, anger, and bitterness. It was so overwhelming that I left Mama and wan to her. I dwagged her legs to soothe her, but she pushed me away,” Corna remembered in a sad tone, “I wanted to hug her so badly. I wanted to twy and heal her so badly…”

“But she pushed you away. She is not yours to heal, Little Corna.”

The boy nodded vigorously. “I know that now. No, she was not mine to heal, I was not sure if I could have done anything, anyway. Her hate was too deep.”

“You couldn’t have. Her anger and bitterness were deep-rooted.” Remeta paused, “There was a greater healer waiting for her, and that healer has found her.”

Cornna glanced up again, “It will wain here. Heavily.” he smiled. “The Pwrince is coming. Pwince of Wain.”

**IN THE KINGDOM OF MOMBANA***

Vetta could no longer hold it in. She fell into Danika’s arms.

Queen Danika saw the fall coming, she caught Vetta in her arms and lowered the both of them to the floor. At that moment, her own pain was forgotten as her eyes darted all over the Mistress’s body, down to the long sword that was embedded deep into her belly. The b***d…

“No…no… P-Please,” Danika cried, her hands shook badly. Tears running down her face.

Vetta stared at the ceiling, tears in her own eyes. Her breathing was shallow, short. “So, this day…came eventually.”

“Why!?” Danika sobbed, “Why did y-you do it! Why…?”

A small pained smile crossed her features, “I told him that…I will…kill him. Monster didn’t…believe me.”

Frantically, Danika covered the wound with her hands, trying to stop the b***d from coming out of her. There is just too much b***d…!

“Oh, Vetta… W-Why? Why did you save m-me? Why did you throw yourself…in front of me!?” Her voice broke repeatedly, her words jumbled up.

“He was going to stab…you. I had to…stop him.” More tears left her eyes, “I-Ironic, isn’t it? I am about to…die for Cone’s d-daughter. Who knows? Maybe now…I can find peace… This world has been…so cruel..to me.”

Vetta’s head cushioned on her breasts, Danika hugged the older woman tighter. “I’m so sorry… So sorry, for e-everything.”

“It was your f-father’s sins…not yours. It took me…a long time to…realize that. I was…hurting too much…to allow myself to think of that.” She made a sound of pain, “I was so afraid…the hate I had for you was…an anchor. It was not…your fault.”

“I’m so sorry,” Danika shook her head, unable to stop apologizing, “I’m sorry for what my father did…to you. I’m sorry that the King fell in…love with me.”

Vetta blinked slowly. Tears poured like rain. “Your father killed him…Lucien. I watched him…die over and over…again, over the years. Like he watched me. The t-torture was too…much for us, Danika.”

“I’m sorry. So sorry…” Queen Danika cried, gritting her teeth as she felt another contraction coming up.

“We were more…like dead people when we got…free again. But, you…made him alive again.” It was becoming really painful to talk, but Vetta pushed on, “You came into his life…and a new light entered his…eyes. It was hate…before, but even then, I knew…that something was wrong. I did…everything I could…to stop it.” She began coughing.

“No… pleeeease!” Danika sobbed, panting harshly as waves of pain washed through her body. It was excruciating, this pain.

Swiveling her head slowly, Vetta glanced at her sweaty face. “Poor woman… You must b-be hurting like…hell. Your baby…wants out.”

“Don’t die…please. I am hurting…but, It will hurt more…if you die.” She cried.

Vetta was bewildered at the tears that wouldn’t stop pouring from Danika’s eyes. “You are c-crying for me. Why? Why do…you care if I live or…die?”

“I care,” her voice broke.

“I am the woman…that tried to kill you…to ruin your life. Repeatedly…”

“I forgave you a long time ago…for that.” She couldn’t stop patting the dying woman’s hair, “Please, d-don’t die… You cannot die…”

Vetta winced in pain, her corset stained with her own b***d. “You have…any idea…how long I have cheated…death?” A smile feathered her swollen face, “I’m an expert…in cheating that idiot, you can…ask the King. But today…” She cried out.

“No, no, no…” Danika held her closer to her heart, above her aching belly. Above her child. “No, there are no buts. Please, you have…to cheat that…idiot again. You cannot die.”

“Why…?”

“It will hurt L-Lucien so badly. It will hurt B-Baski. Chad… It will hurt me s-so much.” Her voice broke at the extent of her pain.

Frowning softly, Vetta bit her cold lips. “So many people… I do not realize that there…were so m-many people who care…”

“Yes, so many!” Danika’s heart ached. Her body aching. “It will be too bad…for my child. He was not able…to meet the strong-est wom-an I know.”

“I’m not st-rong, Danika.” She let out pain-filled body-shaking coughs that made Danika cry harder, holding her so closely. “He broke me… King Cone, he broke me.”

Few words that hurt more than thousands of words would have.

“Pull the sw-ord out.” Vetta panted, her blurry eyes began looking dull.

“No!” Danika shook her head vigorously, “No, I’ll never. If I…pull it o-ut you will bleed to d-d-death!”

“I’m dying alread-y.” She whispered, breath heavy, “It hurts m-ore like this… Pull it out, and p-put me…out of my misery. Please.”