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

want to. Go to

but the insistent voice

cock. Hard, rough, make it

say. The thoughts in his head grew more twisted each day. He fought them

some humans. Ten? Fifty? What difference

his arms, leaving crescent-shaped marks on

here, in your territory. She can never get away. She'll will look good wearing the mark of your whip. Red strips marring such perfect skin. Your marks, all of them. Because

a good run. Rising abruptly, he donned his robes and headed for the door. "Do not follow

to glance at the narrow hallway beckoning him. All you need to do is

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there, and you'll find her sleeping, spread out like a sacrifice on the bed... all

his way out of Blackstone, past the fortresses.

entity under the midnight moon. His feet pounded the earth, his breath coming ragged gasps. Branches intertwined overhead, their leaves like shifting shadows. The air was

as he soared dough the woods, racing past gnarled oaks with ancient roots reaching out

rays of dawn were breaking through the

he had bathed and settled into

with a vengeance,

sated your thirst out there. Enter the nearest village and drain them all. Take as many females as you They may be a poor substitute,

palms against his

desire.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

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

inside, is he not?"

"Yes, your Grace, but-"

"Step aside, Yaz."

Daemonikai raised a hand to silence the courtier who had appeared

of incense and something metallic. Daemonikai's eyes adjusted quickly, and there, in a corner, Vladya sat