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.

the woods and continue his search for Vladya.

a guttural growl, Daemonikai announced his presence at the

a line of guards, their heads

it crashed over him like a

Mine, mine, mine!

this time, it was

sound suspiciously close, before he

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in surrender. Necks bared for him But it was

her scent. Another rear ripped from his throat, echoing rough the night. Your Grace, please

blurring at the edges.

the voice was closer

HIGH LORD HERODIS

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

in a

bond far deeper than mere attraction. If

Herod fought to project an aura of calm, desperately hoping to appease the

please," Herod's voice was

fast. And if Emeriel had called to him, the urgency would have triggered a shift, and

the grand king arrived

Some roll onto their back...showing

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

earth. The 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.

me, Lord of Agriculture. Give. Her.

eyes

his hands in surrender while fighting the