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

Captive Slave 144

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Then, there was Evie's persuasive insistence.

"A female's first heat is a delicate situation," she would remind him. "Scared, panicked, the girl is unsure of what to expect. They need to be with someone they not only trust but feel safe with. That young one chose you, my dearest. Trying to find them a compatible male is not only needless but futile and time wasting. Every moment you are not there, that girl is not only terrified, but in severe pain."

His bondmate had been right, of course. And so, Dacmonikai had always been there to help.

He made sure not to take their heats for granted, treating them with respect, making their first heat a memorable one. He had seen many first heats in his long life, he couldn't put a face to most of them anymore. But this one was different. This one felt different.

Daemonikai reached out, unable to resist the urge to touch. Genly, he combed his fingers through her silken hair. Cool and fine as moon-spun silk, they slid through his fingers like water.

Galilea was his first Syren. And, more importantly, the first female to trigger his rut before he'd even touched her.

Usually, Daemonikai needed to mount them before his primal instincts kicked in as if to assess, 'Do we care about her? Alright then.' But this...this had never happened before, not even with Evie.

"Oh, you are so defective, my dear mate," Evie used to tease him early in their bonding. He could still remember her soft laughter as she shook her head, patting his cheek. "Do not worry! I love you like that."

It used to bother him that his rut didn't trigger for his own bondmate unless he mounted her first, but thankfully, that changed two millennia later. Yet, this young Syren...

Daemonikai's eyes traced the delicate lines of her face, the long lashes resting on flushed cheeks, the bow-shaped lips slightly parted in sleep. She was so young, a mere fledgling compared to his ancient self. He felt a pang of guilt for having touched her at all.

An Urekai youngling would have been fifty to eighty years old before experiencing their first heat, remaining a youngling until at least two hundred..But Galilea...the girl didn't look to be a day over nineteen.

What the hell was Mother Nature doing to burden such a young creature with the tumultuous changes of Syrenhood and then thrust her into the fiery furnace of a full heat?

buried. He liked Galilea, probably more than he liked any other female at the moment, but she was not his. Nor did he

had almost killed her. Each day, the shadows in his heart

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AEKERIA

with worry. Em was late.

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have returned yesterday, but there was

to her absence, but with each passing hour, Ackeira's restlessness increased. She had slept horribly, like a reless spirit, tossing and turning throughout the night,

full heat? What if she's scared? What if she needs me? "You needn't worry so much," Amie said. "I'm sure she is with the kind high lord. She

her head, filled with so much concern. Em's upcoming heat had been a source of fear for Ackcira for so long, though she tried to hide it. To be strong for Ern. "She's going to be so scared, I

brow furrowed. "How exactly do you plan to do that? You cannot sneak out of the fortress. Slave master Tyke will

Urekai hated her. Ever since Lady Merilyn had saved her from his whip, his animosity towards her had worsened. Today, he'd piled on a mountain of chores for her. Leaving the fortress would undoubtedly invite his wrath. "And, you can't go to Lord Vladya," Amie added. "Word is, he's not

days. But, deep down, she worried. Was he in the woods again? Was it voluntary, or was it the feral madness? With a heavy sigh, Aekeira forced herself to sit on her bed, the worry twisting her insides into knots.

Is Lord Vladya safe?

GRAND LORD VLADYA

heavy with the damp scent of moss and earth. The rhythmic drip... drip... drip... of water off the cavern walls.

ended

cave's entrance. His clothes were caked in dirt, as if he had run through every forest in the kingdom before finding refuge in this cavern." Outside, the sky was ablaze with the golden hues of

few hushed words before sending it off. Returning to the cave, he sank down onto a moss-covered boulder, clutching his aching head in his hands. And,

rasped, his

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