The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 111

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"Depends." she paused, "Where is my knife?" That was her gift from Cone. A constant reminder of what he made her to be.

"Safe..." Danika felt better when that wave of agony passed. So, she pushed away from the door and started deeper into the bedroom.

Vetta was most surprised when she walked towards her and lowered herself on the bed beside her.

"Uhm, what do you think you're doing?" Vetta asked her, bewildered. The woman was sitting too close to her.

"I need to rest...my feet. They hurt so bad."

Vetta looked at the said feet in question. Her huge elegant gown covered her feet, stopping her from seeing anything. Not that she wanted to see anything.

"Your hurting feet, your business. Give me my knife, let me get out of here." Swiveling her head, she spared Danika a glance, "I'll go to the battlefield first. Maybe, I'll come back later."

"To kill me?" Queen Danika snorted, "You might stand a chance if I don't die...from this pain...first." she cried out at the ache in her back. Feels like her back is being stomped on by horses.

Vetta's brows arched. She glanced at the woman again.

"Are you even supposed to be alone? The men are on the battlefield, I understand. But what about the female sheep that follow you around like flocks of goats." She asked flippantly.

Startled laughter bubbled from Queen Danika's throat, forgetting the pain for a second. "There is nothing...like flocks of goat. Just sheep. Flock of sheep."

Vetta shrugged. "You would know. After all, you're the educated one."

"Makes no difference... We are both human beings." Danika hit her shoulder repeatedly in an effort to reach her aching back.

"Nope. You are Royalty; the daughter of the great monster Cone. And I'm a slave; a product created by the great monster Cone." She flashed Danika some teeth, "Poetic, isn't it?"

Even through her own pains, Danika still saw the stark pain in the Mistress's eyes. So, she stopped hitting her back and reached out with her hand, taking Vetta's hand into hers.

"You are the only one that sees...yourself like that. To the world, you were a mistress to the most...powerful man in Salem. And now? You are a cared friend of the most powerful man...in Salem."

Vetta stared at their hands together. A hysterical laugh bubbled from her throat, "I am nothing but a woman that lost everything."

Danika opened her mouth to say something else, but Vetta snatched her hand away from hers.

She got up from the bed, "Just come and give me my knife, will you? Save me the sermons."

Queen Danika rose from the bed then. Walking steadily, she reached her wardrobe, opened it, and took out the knife from where she kept it. Then, she walked back and handed it to Vetta.

She took it. Then, crossed her arms, "You are not afraid that I will stab you with it?"

"No, I'm not. Not anymore." Danika shrugged.

Vetta opened her mouth to say a word but Danika cried out.

It was more painful this time, the Queen grabbed her waist with both hands and screamed out.

Just then, her door burst open. Coza stormed into the bedroom, clutching tightly a sword that dripped with blood.

Vetta's eyes widened at the sight of him. She said nothing.

Coza on the other hand smiled at the sight in front of him. Vetta stood with a knife beside the Queen.