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

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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.

dancing shadows on the ground. The occasional hoot of an owl or the distant

one of his finest slave masters, lashed a slave with a searing whip. The agonizing seams of

scum of the earth, and Zaiper would be happy none of them remained. They were unworthy of sharing the same air

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

in the woods

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and the news had spread throughout the land. Zaiper was angry for

reasons.

Why now? Why tonight?

people-Zaiper was sure. The expressions on their faces revealed their agreement. If there had been another court meeting to discuss the dismissal and elimination of Daemonikai's

But then...

That damned

was that

vastly knowledgeable of the species around them, he would believe the boy to be a wizard, capable of weaving spells.

you!" the male slave screamed as another lash struck his back. The sound of skin tearing was a soothing

his throat,

of a feral. But a

depths of hell

onto

close to that boy, and while he did smell enticing, it was no different from the

so special that a feral would take an

raised his hand. Madah, whose whip

to step back.

was battered and bloodied. Tears and sweat streamed down his face, and his attractive biceps quivered from

believed her to be his Spulbond. Zapier circled the slave. "That would be a plausible explanation that comes close to explaining why a feral would fixate on anyone. Or does he see the boy as his new plaything? We do know how

my lord," the male cried, bewildered

you bumans are dumb.

mind. One that made him stop dead