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

Captive Slave 139

Chapter 391

Herod grabbed a quill and parchment, scribbling a hasty message.

I apologize for the insolence of this late-night request, Your Grace. But a matter of utmost urgency has arisen. I implore you to grace my estate with your presence this evening. I await your rival The Lord of Agriculture.

Herod rushed outside, the parchment clutched in his hand. Under the oak tree, he whistled sharply. message to

Within moments, a sleek messenger bird swooped down, landing on his outstretched arm. Herod attached the its leg. Watching the bird take flight, he whispered a silent prayer hoping the message would reach the grand king early. Hoping the ruler would honor his request.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI.

Daemonikai was no longer hunting for Vladya.

He knew the truth with every fiber of his being as he raced through the woods in the dark. His instincts had taken over. That nagging feeling had forced its way to the surface, overpowering his will.

He ran, not with purpose, but with desperation.

There was no destination in mind, and could not pinpoint the exact location he was headed. Yet, it didn't matter. He could not resist the pull. He did not want to.

He had never felt like this before. This compelling urge to be somewhere. A force that overrode his very strong concern for his missing friend.

The world blurred around him as he raced through the forest, his powerful legs eating up the distance.

Finally, he skidded to a halt at the gates of Herodis's estate, his chest heaving. The sudden stop jolted him back to a semblance of rationality. What was he doing here?

He, the grand king, trespassing on another Alpha's territory under the cover of darkness? Daemonikai had executed people for less.

turn back. Head back to the woods and continue his search

moving forward, and with a guttural growl,

locks disengaging filled the air, followed by the creak of metal hinges. The gates swung open, revealing a line of guards, their heads bowed in deference. Daemonikai took a single step onto the estate-and a scent

so potent, it crashed over him like

Mine, mine, mine!

scent had haunted his dreams. Only this time, it was much, much stronger, and smelled

roared, the sound suspiciously close, before he realize it was coming from

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in surrender. Necks bared for him But it was not

Another rear ripped from his throat, echoing rough the night. Your Grace, please calm yourself," a familiar voice pleaded, cutting through

his vision blurring at the edges. Rage and raw arousal warred within him, consuming

was

HIGH LORD HERODIS

king pumped out pheromones like crazy-in heavy. super-aggressive bursts. Practically broadcasting his

in a

deeper than mere attraction. If

all be dead. Herod fought to project an aura of calm, desperately hoping to appease the enraged

Grace, please," Herod's

reached the fortress this fast. And if Emeriel had called to him, the urgency would have triggered a shift, and his beast form would have arrived instead of the

the grand

blast of pheromones washed over him, forcing several soldiers to their knees. Some roll onto their back...showing their

degree. The savage glint in Daemonikai's eyes dimmed slightly, replaced

grand king's previously feral beast was so close to the surface that Herod couldn't imagine the kind of control the male was exerting to stop a forced shift. "Give her to me. Now," King Daemonikai snarled in a tone that was purely animalistic. Taking a menacing step forward,

belongs to me,

eyes

raising his hands in surrender while fighting the suffocating powers of that last blast. "All yours. She is ready for