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

Captive Slave 162

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Chapter 162

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Grand King Daemonikai bolted upright, his chest heaving as he fought for breath.

The remnants of watching his son taking his last breath clung to him as he staggered to the window. He gasped for air watching the first rays of dawn paint the sky. His chest ached, and his heart burned.

But the suffocating discomfort that woke him was something else. Someone else's pain. So vivid and real as if it were his

own.

A long draught of water did little to soothe his parched throat. He returned to the window, his gaze sweeping over the fields below, painted in hues of gold and amber.

The misery that pulled Daemonikai from the dark hands of his nightmare, dragging him back to his fractured reality, was beginning to fade, leaving him with questions. Questions he could no longer ignore. His family was gone.

There was no one else with such a profound, personal connection to him. So, whose pain had he just felt?

Dressing in his robe, Daemonikai strode out of his chambers.

Time to get answers.

And he knew exactly where to get them.

His guards snapped to attention, and Wegai approached, awaiting his command.

"Blackstone," Daemonikai ordered, marching forward. It was time to confront Vladya. GRAND LORD VLADYA

know you want to. Go to

Lord Vladya squeezed his eyes shut, but the insistent voice

with your cock. Hard, rough, make it hurt. Make her

The thoughts in his head grew more twisted each day. He fought them tooth and nail, knowing he could never do that

her. Go hunting. Kill some humans. Ten? Fifty? What difference

fingers dug into his arms, leaving crescent-shaped

will look good wearing the mark of your whip. Red strips marring such perfect skin. Your marks, all

and headed for the door. "Do not follow me," he

royal residence, he forced himself not to glance at the narrow hallway beckoning him. All you need to do is

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Chapter 162

out like a sacrifice

the fortresses. Then he took off,

lost meaning as he navigated the familiar woods. The forest breathed around him, a living, rustling entity under the midnight moon. His feet pounded the earth, his breath coming ragged gasps. Branches intertwined

sexlust that had plagued him all day receded as he soared dough the woods, racing past gnarled oaks with ancient roots reaching out like skeletal hands, past shimmering

the time he returned to Blackstone, the first rays of dawn were breaking through the darkness.

bathed and settled into

a vengeance, as sleep

village and drain them all. Take as many females as you They may be a poor substitute, but they'll do. Make them hurt.

his palms against

desire.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

entrance, taking the narrow passageway that led directly to Vladya's bedchamber. Yaz's eyes widened in surprise, and he

he not?" Daemonikai asked,

"Yes, your Grace, but-"

"Step aside, Yaz."

soldier obeyed. Daemonikai raised a hand to silence the courtier who had appeared to announce his presence. Instead

was thick with the scent of incense and something metallic. Daemonikai's eyes adjusted quickly, and there, in a