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.

to the woods and continue

with a guttural growl,

response was immediate. Sound of 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 slammed into him, nearly bringing him

crashed over him like a tidal

Mine, mine, mine!

scent had haunted his dreams. Only this time, it was

before he realize

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surrender. Necks bared for him

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

his vision blurring at the edges. Rage and raw

voice was closer now,

HIGH LORD HERODIS

as the grand king pumped out pheromones like crazy-in heavy. super-aggressive bursts. Practically broadcasting his dominance through his stance and demeanor. King Daemonikai

the unmistakable signs of an Urekai in a rut. But this was no ordinary

bond far deeper than mere attraction. If Herod hadn't known before, he knew now, Emeriel was truly Daemonikai's

be dead. Herod fought to project an aura of calm, desperately hoping

Grace, please," Herod's voice

message couldn't have reached the fortress this fast. And if Emeriel had called to him, the urgency would have triggered a shift, and his beast form

had the grand king

onto their back...showing their bellies in the most humiliating way an

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

would have sworn shook the very 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. "Give her to me. Now," King Daemonikai snarled in a tone that was

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

eyes

his hands in surrender while fighting the suffocating powers of that last blast. "All