The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 89

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173: Last Episodes Of Part 2

LAST EPISODE 1.

Vetta wouldn't stop smiling. She was having a very beautiful day and it showed on her face.

She might be carrying the King's child. She might be pregnant for him already. The thought couldn't stop making her smile.

Not to mention that her plan is already in motion. She'd been watching when Danika walked to the backyard to get her clothes and didn't return. Vetta doesn't need to be a seer to know that Karandy must have grabbed his quarry.

Poor pregnant woman. And poor Karandy too.

Men will always be men, Vetta thought as she turned and began walking outside in search of the king. The useless asshóle might have noticed that there's a loophole in her plan, but lust blindsided him.

His obsession of Danika's body has blocked him from seeing every other thing. Including his own doom.

"Did you see the King?" She asked the first maid she saw when she got outside the palace building.

"I saw him at the training field. He just finished teaching sword fights to the trainees. I think he is about to leave." The maid answered with a bow.

She nodded curtly and continued her journey. Once she entered the vicinity of the big training field, she saw him at first glance. She stood for moment, admiring him.

She has always loved having this man as hers. A man so powerful, and so different from other men who belonged to her, listened to her and needed her so much before.

And then, Danika had to come along and take him from her. Danika ruined everything she'd spend more than six years working so hard for and she doesn't even deserve him.

She's the daughter of the monster who created the monster the King is today—who created the monster she, Vetta, is today. Danika is the very spawn of the devil himself.

And today, she will pay in unspeakable ways Even if it means that the king will kill his own child by his hands....if Karandy hasn't done the job.

"My King!" She called from the entrance of the field.

King Lucien turned and acknowledged her with an inclination of his head before he faced away from her and began walking out of the field through the other end.

She hurried her steps to get to him. When she reached him, she fell into steps with him. "I saw the trainees, My King. You must have done a pretty good job leading the training today."

"Most of them are still far away when it comes to swordsmanship, but they will get there." He replied as calmly as possible.

"I believe so too. You have always been the best swordsman. A warrior to the core. It was one of the things King Cone feared so much, the reason he locked you away all the time."

King Lucien continued walking, his arms together behind his back. The palace workers bowed and greeted him at every turn, and he inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment of their greetings.

"What are you doing out here, Vetta? Shouldn't you be at the market, picking a new dress to give your seamstress?" He asked after a little silence.

Vetta smiled beside him, feeling all fluttered up. He remembered the ball she told him about last night, that she'd been invited to by Lady Mirabeth.

Wiping the smile from her face, she took on a sad look, "I lost a sample of the new dress I had in mind for the ball, My King."

He spared her a glance. "How did that happen?"

"I have no idea, My Lord. I think I must have misplaced it and it hurts me a lot."

"I apologize for that. Maybe you should tell the maids to help you search?"

Vetta nodded, "I will keep that in mind for later, My King. For now, I just want to accompany you on a walk."

They got out from the vicinity of the field, and the king stopped suddenly. Vetta raised her head to see why and saw Baski ahead of them.