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.

"More. Hit me

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Daemonikai's hand clamped around Vladya's throat, his

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bonding. But this was not about a failed bonding, it

worse.

"Daemon..."

that!?" Daemonikai thundered, the betrayal burning hotter than the blacksmith's forge. "You dragged me back here, to this gods forsaken place, to watch you 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

hung heavy in

I will tear you apart with my bare hands and hang your remains at the entrance

audible, his eyes

own anger, he did. But it was a difficult feat. Vladya was

wasn't

slumped shoulders. Vladya had

to speak. Vladya would allow himself to

voice cracked. "I was selfish. I needed you here, even knowing... even knowing I was losing myself. Because though I'm leaving you behind, I can't stand

were truly going to leave me in the 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 selfish, especially when

invading Vladya's 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, you will find more. You know why?" He leaned in, their

gaping wound of pain. Daemonikai felt raw.

leave too?

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GRAND LORD VLADYA

made him hurt. But it was the pain in those eyes that was his

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

are the only words I have I am

to break free, but Vladya's grip only tightened.

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knock some sense into you if