The Alpha King's Hated Slave

Part 2: Chapter 70

Vetta knocked on Monah’s door, waiting impatiently. The cold outside wasn’t favourable for her.

It was a long time before the door opened and the older woman appeared. She took one look at her visitor and bowed her head in greeting. “Is everything alright, Mistress?”

“I have reasons to be here, or I wouldn’t be here,” Vetta hissed angrily and stormed into the small old house. She turned and glared at the woman. Monah couldn’t be more than fifty-years-old. She looked small and frail, but rumor had it that her looks were deceiving.

Monah followed her inside. “My mistake for asking such a stupid question, Mistress. Forgive me.”

Vetta nodded, taking a seat at the other side of the room.

“How were the herbs I gave you three weeks ago?”

“You said I was going to bleed for one day, Monah.” She crossed her arms and leveled the woman with a stare. “I bled for five days. Five extremely painful days.”

“Oh, that is strange.” The woman’s brows knitted with thoughts. “Are you sure?”

“What sort of question is this? Do you think I would be lying about something so important!?” Vetta fumed through gritted teeth.

Monah nodded. “Kindly get on the table. I need to examine you.”

“I don’t need to be examined. I need you to give me the best fertility pills you possess. That is the reason I came here today.”

“I don’t think that is a good idea, Mistress. You just came out of a terrible condition, and you should not think about getting pregnant again so soon. Your body has been stressed a lot---”

“My body,” Vetta cut her off with deceptive calmness, “…is mine. Now, you will do exactly what I tell you to do.”

Monah hesitated. But she was a savvy woman who knew that the king’s mistress would punish her if she kept disobeying her—even if it was for her own good. “I will get the very best of pills, Mistress,” Monah said at last, turning towards her inner bedroom where she stored the herbs.

“Do not keep me waiting,” Vetta ordered. She had a lot to do. So many things to prepare for.

Vetta waited impatiently after Monah disappeared to her inner bedroom, tapping her foot on the ground. Danika was pregnant by the king. Danika carried the king’s child. The words would not stop ringing in her ears. She laughed hollowly.

Over Vetta’s dead body would Danika have that child. She never wanted to go to Karandy’s place again, but after discovering this information, she knew that, eventually, she had to go. She needed his help.

Well, now she had a plan. A splendid plan that would kill three birds with one stone.

Monah came out and gave her the pills. “Here they are. It is called Door-ga. They are very strong and very effective. Twenty women have used it. Twenty women became pregnant because of it.”

“Good. That is what I want.” Vetta took the pills and paid her.

“But can I at least examine you? I need to know your body’s capacity, Mistress, before you take a pill as strong as Door-ga.”

“My body is strong and capable, Monah. It’s been two weeks since the miscarriage. Now I’m healthy and capable of trying again—from the right source this time.” Vetta turned towards the door. “I have to go.”

Monah watched her leave, concerned. Door-ga was a powerful pill, and the mistress had just had a grave miscarriage that might have caused complications. Bleeding for five days might be normal, or it might not be a good sign. Then Monah shrugged and closed her door. Her patient would be fine since it was her first miscarriage.

CHAPTER 42

AT THE FRONT OF THE DARK TUNNELI

n the evening, Danika was in her bedroom brushing her hair when Baski walked in.

“The king requests that you be the one to bring his dinner to him in his chambers,” she informed her with a concerned smile.

Danika’s heart skipped three beats. “Baski?”

The older woman walked closer and took the comb from her. She watched her through the mirror as she combed her long blonde hair. “My dear?”

“I’ve run out of time,” she whispered, her hand caressing her slight bump.

“I know.” Baski let out a shuddering breath. “I know, Danika. But the heavens are with you. They will guide you.”

“Courting week ends tomorrow. He wants to spend the night with me.”

“I know that too. I thought maybe we should go together to tell him about your condition. If I go with you, I might be able to reach him before disaster happens.” Danika swiveled her head and looked up at the older woman. “Maybe,” Baski amended.

Danika took a deep breath and turned towards the mirror again. “I don’t know what to do anymore. Remeta was our best shot.”

“Seers cannot be told what to do. They hardly do what is expected of them. My mother told me enough about my great grandfather, Gunther, to know that much.”

Danika looked down at her hands. Her fingers picked at each other nervously at her midriff.

“We will find a time together, and we will go to him, alright?” Baski assured her in a low voice.

Danika wished Sally was there. She missed Sally so much.

“Okay,” she answered softly. “I have to go to him.”

Baski packed her hair and clipped it behind her back.