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

Captive Slave 116

Chapter 116

It was ironic, considering Vladya was already hurting down the path toward madness like a seasoned champion. His grip on sanity grew more tenuous with each passing day.

Despite his and Henry's protests, Merrilyn insisted on bloodfeeding him. Vladya's hunger had overpowered his restraint, but thankfully he had taken only a small amount, mindful of the stubborn female's fragile state.

In the weeks since, he had sought sustenance from others, but their blood offered only brief respite. To satiate himself, he would need to drink from over fifty females simultaneously, inevitably killing some in the process. As long as they were not his bloodhost, they could never truly satisfy his thirst. Not even Ackeira could.

And so, he had refrained

As a result, his thirst had intensified. His arousal had grown as potent as his bloodlust, and his mind... it was a dark and chaotic place.

That was why he sought refuge outside the fortress walls, hoping to find some semblance of clarity amidst the turmoil. And now, here was the one female he should avoid.

He had made deliberate efforts to stay away, but there she was, testing the limits of his control.

And there was only so much a male could take.

Vladya turned to face her, taking in her beauty. Clad in simple, clean slave garments, she radiated an exquisite allure that defied her humble attire. He began to close the distance between them, his footsteps silent. Her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her eyes, her fingers nervously clutching the fabric of her clothes.

"You are aware that I can smell you from a considerable distance, aren't you?" Vladya repeated, stopping before her.

Uhmm.. I did not know this. L. uh.. apologize once again for interrupting your quiet time. Now, if you would excuse me," She twirled around and attempted to walk away,

His beast roared within him, surging towards the surface with a ferocity that caught Vladya off guard. But he stilled.

Over the past few months, Vladya and his beast had grown increasingly disconnected. Each step toward feral widened the gap until his beast would eventually force a shift he couldn't control, trapping him in his beast form forever. But now, for the first time in weeks, his beast rose.

"Ackeira?" he rasped, his voice strained as he fought to maintain control.

Something in his tone must have alarmed her, she stopped dead in her tracks. "Lord Vladya?"

Move," His breath sounded ragged

a nod, still keeping her back

sharper. He could hear the rapid thumping of her heart, the quickening of her breath,

was hard. His gums fucking

tremor of fear underlying

Amongst other things.

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will be fine," he managed, his voice rough. "Just give it some time,

could... you could drink from me," she offered

at the suggestion. He shuddered, his breath escaping

"You should not make such offers lightly,

turned, her lips parting as she nervously licked them. "I would never make such an offer to anyone else. But you

milking that cow!" Vladya added with a sardonic

flushed scarlet but met his gaze. "Also, you look like

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every turn. Why would you wish to alleviate mine?" Vladya cocked his head to the side in thought. Was this a trick? A ploy to manipulate him? What was her motive! "Not everyone is intent on causing pain,

way."

under her breath, she added, "But then again. I

offense. He

the chest, not pull out the sword already embedded and attempt to apply healing balm to

of disappointment in her eyes. "Nevermind, she murmured, turning away

her retreating figure, war raging within him. What was he doing? Why was he chasing away the one person he longed to drink from

coat his tongue,

for days

I can resist. I am not a slave

baser instincts.

a step away from

speed, pinning her against