The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 99

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Vetta arrived at the palace, going straight to the training ground, knowing that the King will be there training the young warriors.

Indeed King Lucien was there, but the training session is over. When she saw him, he was addressing Dargak in a low tone. He hasn't seen her yet, so she used that moment to really look at him.

He has changed indeed. If you aren't so close to him, you will not notice the subtle change because physically, he still looks the same. Hard, huge, scary, calm with a dominating presence that is almost domineering.

But that coldness that surrounds him like a cloak is not there any longer. It makes him look a little more...approachable.

"Vetta."

His deep voice dragged her out of her thoughts. She looked up, her eyes meeting his. Her lips stretched into a smile as she walked closer and bowed to him.

"My King." She greeted.

Taking a step forward, he kissed her forehead. "How have you been?" He inquired, soft unfamiliar light in his eyes.

Her eyes slid close as his mouth touched her cheek in a gentle gesture. "I am fine, Your Majesty."

"You look...different," he stated as he began walking. She fell into steps with him.

"How different? Is it my clothes?" She no longer has her mistress clothes.

"No," sparing her a glance, he said, "Your smile looks more beautiful now. I think the outside world has been great to you?"

"I think so too," she admitted softly.

"Your eyes are swollen. Have you been crying?" He looked worried.

Before, she would have manipulated this opportunity to her favor—to get more of his attention—in so many ways. But now, the idea didn't appeal to her as it would have before.

"No, I think it's what I ate last night, Your Majesty." She replied softly.

The worry lines disappeared, his face looking more relaxed than she has seen in a long time.

"I heard Princess Kamara is finally here again," Vetta asked.

"Yes, she arrived yesterday."

"Will you really marry her?" She has no liking for that princess who slapped her more times than she can count. She does not deserve King Lucien.

The King seemed to consider that. Silence ensued.

Then, "For now, it'll be sane to see it like that." Was all he said.

"Oh." She responded, for lack of better words. A very confusing reply, that one.

"Tell me about your life in these past few months."

That he will voluntarily ask her this so genuinely touched her embittered heart more than anything else.

Does healing make someone like this too? Does it really clear your heart of all hurts and help you see clearly, the things hate never let you see before?

"Vetta?"