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

Captive Slave 163

Chapter 163

Chapter 163

Daemonikai's insides turned cold, like a dash of ice water had been forced down his throat. Dread filled his gut. "It's me,

V.D."

"How dare you invade my space? I should rip your throat out." Vladya was looking at him but not seeing him. His eyes were wild with an intent to kill.

"Scent my neck." The words tasted like acid on his tongue, but it was necessary. Alphas do not bare their necks. He, a grand king, should not be in such a humiliating position, with another alpha breathing at his throat. "You know you want to, big guy. Come on, do it." Vladya lunged, burying his face in the crook of Daemonikai's neck, breathing deeply. His beast whined in betrayal, feeling so let down by their male side, its head hung low.

But this was Vladya. His V.D.

The grand king closed his eyes and held still, Vladya's breath hot against his skin. "Hey, it's okay. I'm here," he said, keeping his voice calm, his stance non-threatening. Vladya released another burst of pheromones, meant to provoke. To assault.

"I mean no harm," Daemonikai grunted, raising his hands in surrender, his muscles tense with the effort to remain passive.

Vladya took another deep breath... and stiffened. He shoved away, taking three steps back, eyes widening. "Daemon?"

"Vlad, are you there?" Daemonikai's voice was gentle, coaxing.

The yellow in Vladya's eyes receded, the wild look vanished. "When did you get here? What's going on? Why did you bare your throat?" Daemonikai closed the distance between them in one step and punched him hard on the nose.

Vladya hissed, clutching his face, and shot Daemonikai a shocked glare. "What the hell?"

Daemonikai landed another punch. On the third attempt, Vladya moved with lightning speed, dodging the blow. "Wait, let's talk about this."

The grand king advanced again, his fury mounting, and this time, a flicker of wariness crossed Vladya's face only fueling Daemonikai's rage.

A guilt-free Vladya would be throwing punches by now. Instead of trying to restrain his beast, his friend would be all over him, engaging him in a fight that would leave this chamber in ruins.

"You bastard. You selfish little-" Daemonikai grabbed his shoulders and squeezed hard, the fabric of Vladya's tunic crumpling under his iron grip. "You selfish bastard."

Vladya slumped against him, as if all energy had been drained from him, his breaths coming out in white puffs against the chill. "You know."

"I know!? I know?" Daemonikai punched him again, watching with grim satisfaction as Vladya's nose broke and his cheek turned purple. But still, Vladya did not fight back, his eyes hollow "You dare ask if I know!?" Daemonikai's roared.

sighed. "More. Hit

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hand clamped around Vladya's throat, his knuckles

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a failed bonding. But this

worse.

"Daemon..."

go mad?" Vladya stepped back, resignation written across his face. That look-one of weary acceptance-only made Daemonikai's vision go red with fury. It took every ounce of self-control not to take another swing at Vladya. "Selfish piece of work. You were never

silence hung heavy in the

to Ukrae, I will tear you apart with my

whisper was barely audible, his eyes glistening with

he did. But it was a difficult feat. Vladya was going

wasn't

resolve, the surrender in his slumped shoulders. Vladya had given up. It was all there, plain

appalled to speak. Vladya would allow himself

needed you here, even knowing... even knowing I was losing myself. Because though I'm leaving you behind, I can't stand the thought of you

dark? You were truly going to leave me here all alone?" It had been a damn long

shrugged, letting out a bitter laugh. "You know me- I've always been

personal space. "You will fight with every drop of blood in you. You will fight with every ounce of strength you have left, and when that's gone,

pain. Daemonikai felt raw. "Everyone's gone.

were going to leave too?

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GRAND LORD VLADYA

voice made Vladya waver, made him hurt. But it was the pain in those eyes that was

around his broad frame without heed to the slight flinch at the unexpected contact. He held on tight, feeling

croaked. "Those are the only words I have

struggled to break free, but Vladya's grip only tightened. "Let go of me,

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sense into you if I have