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

Vladya squeezed his eyes shut, but the insistent voice

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

say. The thoughts in his head grew more twisted each day. He fought them tooth and nail, knowing he could never do that to Aekeira again. He wouldn't take her by force. Not

Go hunting. Kill some humans. Ten? Fifty? What difference does it

arms,

her up 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

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

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

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Chapter 162

her sleeping, spread out like a sacrifice on the

past the fortresses. Then he took

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

he soared dough the woods, racing past gnarled oaks with ancient roots reaching out like skeletal hands, past shimmering birches,

first rays of dawn were breaking through the darkness.

had bathed and settled into

returned with a

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.

palms against

desire.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Daemonikai entered Blackstone, bypassing the main entrance, taking the narrow passageway that led

he not?" Daemonikai asked, his voice

"Yes, your Grace, but-"

"Step aside, Yaz."

Daemonikai raised a hand to silence the courtier who had appeared to announce his presence. Instead he pushed open the door and walked

from a single 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 head buried in his hands. But