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 bark of a hound

a slave with a searing whip. The agonizing seams of the slave

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

those nights Zaiper would love to let his beast run free.

in the woods

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court and the news had spread throughout the land.

reasons.

Why now? Why tonight?

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 and

But then...

That damned

was that

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

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

had gripped his throat, and sworn he witnessed a glimmer

vacant gaze of a feral. But a glimmer

in the depths of hell was going

eyes locked onto Zaiper, he

it the scent of the boy's blood? But Zaiper had gotten close to that boy, and while he did smell enticing, it was no different from the scent of all the other humans

was so special that a feral would take an

whose whip was poised high in

motion of his hand, Zaiper signaled Madah to step back. Moving

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

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 to personalize what we consider ours."

my lord," the male cried, bewildered and in

shook his head. "That is why you bumans are dumb. So why would Daemonikai want a

One that made him stop dead in