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

Vladya squeezed his eyes shut, but the

and fuck her with your cock. Hard, rough, make

more twisted each day. He fought them tooth and nail, knowing he could never do that to

humans. Ten? Fifty? What

dug into his arms, leaving crescent-shaped

away. She'll will look good wearing the mark of your whip. Red strips marring such perfect skin.

donned his robes and headed for

not to glance at the narrow hallway beckoning him. All

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out

the fortresses. Then he took off, running into the

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 overhead, their

sexlust that had plagued him all day receded as he soared dough the woods, racing past gnarled oaks with ancient roots

rays of dawn were

bathed and settled into his

returned with a

many females as you They may be a poor

his palms against his

desire.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

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

he not?"

"Yes, your Grace, but-"

"Step aside, Yaz."

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

only light coming 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