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

Captive Slave 86

Chapter 86

Putting the shift on hold allowed him to refocus on his immediate surroundings.

It took a while, longer than ever before, to curb those instincts. By the time he regained control, they were both slumped against the wall, exhausted and spent.

You've fought so hard, Vladya," Ottai had said, his voice thick with emotion, blood gushing from his wounds. "Not just tonight, but with Daemonikai aywell. Part of the reason I did not oppose Zaiper in court, as I usually do, is because I think it's time to let him go. This is not healthy. Look at what it's doing to you Vladya had offered no response. His head rested against the cool stone wall, eyes closed.

"Part of me wishes Daemon had died that night instead of what happened" Ottai's voice had cracked, the weight of five centuries of grief pressing down on him. "We would have mourned him properly, given him the farewell he deserved. Just as we mourned all the others. Your bondmate, Tiara. Daemon's sons, Alvin and Myka, and his bondmate, Evielyn. My son. Uriel. Even Zaiper's brother, Kristoff His sigh was a ragged exhalation of pain. "Maybe, if we had mourned him then, things would be different now," "Perhaps," Vladya had conceded, reluctantly.

This is better. Better for him, at least. He would not have to face the reality of much.

Jost, Vlad. He lost so much. So

Vladya's eyes followed the expanse of the blackened sky, coming out of the memt stars were barely visible. Maybe Outal was right. It would be unfair for Daemonikai to return to a life of misery. How could any male survive the loss of his bondmate and offsprings? Vladya had only lost his bondmate, and yet he was shattered. He and Tiara had not even sealed the bond in finality or shared a life together. He could not begin to fathom the depths of Daemon's anguish, a bond severed after almost four thousand years.

A sharp rap on the door broke the silence, and Merilyn entered with a respectful bow. "My Lord"

"What brings you here, Merry? I do not need to bloodfeed." Vladya's voice was a low rumble, his gaze fixed on the flickering lamplight.

Merilyn settled onto a plush cushion, her eyes searching his face I know. But you needed a friend, dear Vlad. Henry told me everything." Her voice was soft, filled with a warmth that Vladya rarely allowed himself to feel. "Whatever you are planning, do not do it." "I am not planning anything"

"I know you, master. You may deceive the world, but not me. I am certain that you are thinking of ways to prevent them from killing the beast,

Vladya rubbed his temples. A headache pounded his skull relentlessly like a locksmith. "I am not. Like everyone else, I too believe it is time for Daemon to find peace."

Merilyn snorted, but did not press the issue. She proceeded to share the details of her day, her household, and the upcoming arrival of her baby. Her face lit up as she spoke about the baby, and truthfully, Vladya felt a glimmer of comfort hearing her talk about the baby. Not much, but it was something

was Merry's way of trying to distract and cheer him up. And because he liked Merry, for a fleeting moment, it worked. He engaged with her, listening to her tales of mundane joys and worries.

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him, her eyes filled with concern. "Please, do not do it. Whatever it is

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did not. He said you had a beastflare. One that you struggled to

did not struggle to control it; I simply chose not to. There is a

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greatly concerned for you. If there is anything you need, please do

maid to me when you leave,

maid, you say?" Merilyn scrutinized him. "With the headache you are nursing, do you truly believe a random

I have anyone I am emotionally connected with, right?" His gaze

it that way. I would be the

Go home to Henry,

Aekeira?

sharp. Through gritted teeth, he added,

eyes.

recoiled, fear momentarily drowning out concern.

The

returned to his

deep breath to calm himself, then blinked hard, the darkness fading as quickly as it had come. Just send a maid, Merilyn. He stepped back, closing the door with a finality that left no room for

have been rock-hard, tearing off his clothes and mounting her within seconds.

hips, it felt...wrong. Despite her willingness, she was not the one his

He straightened. "Get out."

woman looked confused, but quickly

was closed, but it opened silently when he turned the handle. It was fortunate too, for a flimsy door handle would not have stopped him-it would only provoke his beast further. The sight that greeted him was a vision of ethereal beauty. Ackera lay sprawled across, the bed, her white nightgown a stark contrast to her sun-kissed skin and the cascade of golden hair spilling across the pillows. Her eyes were closed, her

door behind him with a decisive click. It had been a mistake, bringing her to Blackstone. She was too close. Too tempting. Too