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.

back to the woods and continue his search for Vladya. Yet, he

legs were moving forward, and with a guttural growl, Daemonikai announced his presence

swung open, revealing a line of guards, their

crashed over him

Mine, mine, mine!

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

the sound suspiciously close, before he

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Necks bared for him But it was not

wanted to destroy every male who dared to even breathe her scent. Another rear ripped from his throat, echoing rough the night. Your Grace, please calm

at the edges.

Grace... the voice was closer now,

HIGH LORD HERODIS

heavy. super-aggressive bursts. Practically broadcasting his dominance through his stance and demeanor. King Daemonikai saw all of them as a threat standing between

unmistakable signs of an Urekai in a rut. But this was

power of Daemonikai's pheromones...their raw, untamed strength, spoke of a bond far deeper than mere attraction. If Herod hadn't known before, he

grand king shifted now, they would all be dead. Herod fought to project an

please," Herod's

called to him, the urgency would have triggered a

had the grand king arrived

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

degree. The savage glint in Daemonikai's

king's previously feral beast was so close to the surface that Herod couldn't imagine the kind of control the male was

have what belongs to me, Lord of Agriculture. Give. Her.

eyes

in surrender while fighting the