The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 30

Sally has gone to the mines too. Left alone, Danika needed some fresh air outdoor.

She got up and slipped her legs into her sandals. She looked around. Her room looks beautiful because of the way Sally decorated it.

She smiled taking in the new features. The fresh flowers. The lightbulbs. The new floor carpets. Already, she was counting the minutes before Sally comes back again.

She walked out of the palace and took a first visit to the library where she spent a good number of time.

It was afternoon by the time she got back into the palace and strode towards the garden of the palace. She was staring at them with fascination when her back prickled.

Someone is watching her.

She look behind her and stared up. There she stood at the window, staring at her with eyes filled with so much loathing. Vetta, the king's mistress.

The woman was still holed up in her room and from the look on her face, Danika could see that the woman is not happy about that at all.

In fact, the woman looked like she's half-way out of her mind in the captivity. Danika bowed her head slightly in greeting.

Vetta only glared harder at her. Her hate for Danika only grew in her state of confinement.

After staying in this place for so many hours, she was so agigated and she felt so caged. She hated--HATED--seeing the bitch responsible for her predication.

How can something like this happen to her? Just because of a stupid slave!?

Vetta tried to calm herself. She's already well-rested and her head is working best. She will deal with Danika so much!

Only this time around....she'll deal with her in a much better way. She just has to come up with a much better plan that'll get rid of the bitch one way or another.

Danika saw the way Vetta was staring at her. She stared right back at the woman without ducking her head like a coward. This wicked woman that almost killed her.

Danila didn't come this far to be killed by anybody. She already got this far. And one day, she will have her freedom again. One day, she will pick up the pieces of her life.

She would never be a princess again, but she can be a scholar. She is far more educated than even the most educated privileged women in these kingdoms.

Finally, she ignored the look of loathing the woman was sending her way, with her head held high, she walked away from the garden.

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Baski didn't know how long she cried. She finished crying and wiped her eyes clean. It doesn't matter who she cried for. Some things just can't be helped or changed.