That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

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Chapter 63

And to think that the boy felt so safe he fell into slumber.

"What is it about him, Daemon?" Vladya whispered, observing them. "Is it his blood? Or is he simply your new fascination? Is he a new plaything?" The beast didn't answer, nor did Vladya expect him to.

"Could this boy have the power to bring you back from insanity? Is that even possible?" But he was watching an impossibility happening before him, right now. He was missing something here. Something important. But what could it be?

On his way back, his mind was preoccupied. But as he passed through the second floor of the southern wings, he heard Aekeira's soft cries in her chamber, far away.

By the sound of it, she must be lying on her bed, muffling her sobs with her pillow. Yet he was so attuned to her that his hearing picked up on it

Don't you dare, Vladya. Don't you dare.

He glared at the pathway that led to her chamber. He cared not about the she wept and tormented herself throughout the night.

So why were his legs taking him toward her?

Because your body craves that girl. You can't get enough of her.

I's state of mind, and he certainly did not care if

By Ukrae, he needed to put a stop to this. This was not him. He did not force himself on slaves or take unwilling servants to his bed.

He did not fixate on humans-or any beings, for that matter. He was stronger than that. So why was he walking toward the/ girl's door right now? And worse, despite all his internal pep talks, why could he not stop himself?

GREYROCK DOMAIN, THE NORTHERN WINGS

GRAND LORD ZAIPER

Grand Lord Zaiper stood beside the narrow, arched window in the vast underground, peering out into the shadowy expanse of the courtyard.

trees lining the edge of the courtyard swayed gently in the right breeze, casting dancing shadows on the ground. The occasional hoot of an owl or the distant bark

seams of the slave were a beautiful melody to Zaiper's

of them remained. They were unworthy of

those nights Zaiper would love to let his beast run free. To simply shift into

in the woods

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and the news had spread throughout the land. Zaiper was

reasons.

Why now? Why tonight?

his speech with great skill. Had convinced so many people-Zaiper was sure. The expressions on their faces revealed their agreement. If there had been another court meeting to discuss the dismissal

But then...

That damned human

that

to be a wizard, capable of weaving spells. For there was simply no other explanation that could justify

lash struck his

had gripped his throat, and sworn he

gaze of a feral. But a

in the depths of

onto Zaiper, he could

the scent of the boy's blood? But Zaiper had gotten close to that boy, and while he did smell enticing,

what was so special that a feral would take

hand. Madah, whose whip was poised high in the

Madah to step back. Moving away from

his face, and

the slave. "That would be a plausible explanation that comes close to explaining why a feral would fixate

understand, my lord," the male cried, bewildered

head. "That is why you bumans are dumb. So why would Daemonikai

crossed his mind. One that made him stop dead in his