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

Captive Slave 151

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A blush spread as he spewed more crude, blatant words until her entire face scorched. He really wanted to do all that to her, the truth lay stark in his eyes.

For the first time, real fear prickled Ackeira's skin. Dread bloomed in her chest. The things he spoke of, were...downright terrifying to say the least.

Aekeira had never been one to embrace pain, never sought it out. He was right; she should be running as fast and far as she could, Run, Aekeira. Run and never look back!

"Those instincts are dormant for now, are they not?" she heard herself ask. "When they awaken, I will flee, my Lord. But that day is not today."

His brows furrowed in a manner that clearly questioned her sanity.

"King Daemonikai... His feral madness...it wasn't like this, was it?" Aekeira asked tentatively.

Lord Vladya shook his head. "For Daemonikai, there was no warning, no gradual descent. He had a fulfilling martial bond, a loving mate, children...an heir to his throne. The sudden loss of everything, and the manner in which it was taken, shattered his mind." He sighed. "He also exhausted himself protecting his people that night, pushing his beast beyond its limits under an eclipse moon. There was no strength left to heal, no energy to resist the encroaching darkness. The cost was his sanity."

There was a flicker of sorrow in his cold eyes. "Mine has been brewing for centuries. A lifetime of anger, unhappiness, bitterness. Rage. Every failed bonding ritual, every new child born to another... Watching the Fates play their cruel game." A muscle twitched in his jaw. "And when they finally granted my wish, they took it all away, three short nights later. This madness has been festering for a damn long time. It's inevitable.

Fight it! Aekeira wanted to scream, but the words died in her throat. What good would it do?

He resumed walking, and Aekeira followed, with a heavy heart. They crossed the meadows, then the sun-dappled trails winding through ancient woods, and finally, the vineyards heavy with ripening grapes. They walked into the courtyard, where Yaz and the other soldiers awaited them beside a carriage

Lord Vladya stepped inside, leaving Aekeira in a quandary. Slaves did not ride in carriages, especially not alongside their

masters.

Would she be expected to trudge behind the carriage on foot? The thought made her shudder.

eyes, his voice

"Inside, wi-with you?"

There was an uncharacteristic subtle softening in

surprise-and the thrill shooting through her-Aekeira climbed into the carriage, settling beside him. The space was intimate, their

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smile fading under his intense gaze.

brows before he closed his eyes once more. We're going to Merrilyn's. If I want to maintain a semblance of normalcy, I need to feed properly from my bloodhost." Ackira's stomach twisted in a knot, and an ugly feeling rose within her that she forcefully pushed aside. If feeding from his boodhost helped

entrance, bowing deeply as Lord Vladya got out. They ushered mm inside, Ackeira trailing behind. "Master Henry is away, Your Highness," the steward informed him, "but Madame Merrilyn is in her chambers. Shall I inform her

indisposed, Bazo. I will go to

their presence, then stepped aside. Lord Vladya opened

up in bed, a warm smile gracing her

are you

Merrilyn's gaze shifted to Aekeira with

Aekeira inclined her head.

is the little one?" Lord

a radiant joy. "She's perfect." She raised

Only the infant's head was visible, a wisp

had always adored babies. It took every ounce of restraint not to reach out and beg to hold the child, even

used to fantasize of a child of her own, but that dream was impossible. Especially with her current situation. Aekeira would rather not

Lord Vladya's outstretched hands, who stared down at the bundle with an intense expression. Then, as if by magic, his eyes softened, and the harsh lines of his face smoothed into a

rough with emotion. "She looks like her mother.