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.

his eyes shut, but the

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

simply the darkness festering inside him? Vladya couldn't say. The thoughts in his head grew more twisted each day. He fought them tooth and nail,

humans. Ten? Fifty? What

his arms, leaving crescent-shaped marks on his

good wearing the mark of your whip. Red strips marring

robes and headed

glance at the

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out like a sacrifice on the

past the fortresses.

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 overhead, their leaves

dough the woods, racing past gnarled oaks with ancient roots reaching out like skeletal hands, past shimmering birches, his legs burned,

time he returned to Blackstone, the first rays of dawn

he had bathed and settled into his

with a vengeance,

should have 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, but they'll do. Make them hurt.

pressed his palms against

desire.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

the main entrance, taking the narrow passageway that led

is he not?"

"Yes, your Grace, but-"

"Step aside, Yaz."

had appeared to announce his presence.

flickering candle on a distant table. The air was thick with the scent of incense and something metallic. Daemonikai's eyes adjusted quickly, and there, in a corner, Vladya sat on the floor, his