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

Captive Slave 165

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By dusk, Daemonikai slumped against the doorframe, frustration simmering beneath his skin, his energy drained.

Spending the entire day in Vladya's residence, he had observed a lot. Feral was like a slow-acting disease, typically taking ten to fifteen years to fully manifest after the first symptoms appeared. But Vladya's case was different, because he wasn't fighting his.

It had been less than two years since the signs began, and already the affliction had progressed at a pace faster than a person in his eighth year of battling the madness,

The vacant stares, the uncontrollable shift from male to beast, the insatiable hunger, and so on. Vladya's madness was closing in... with terrifying speed.

Though they remained indoors all day, they'd tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy. Working together in Vladya's study, playing cards, they even shared meals. Wegai kept the grand king informed, bringing him constant updates, but to Daemonikai, the world outside this residence was irrelevant.

His priority was Vladya's sanity.

All that mattered was Vladya.

Worst of all was seeing Vladya battle his instincts. Twice today, Daemonikai had watched as a wildness took over his friend's features. Growling and pacing the floor like a caged beast. Body coiled with tension. Battling. Resisting. Like now, he was doing it again. Fist clenched as he stomped from one end

Each time Daemonikai demanded to know what exactly Vladya was resisting stubborn set to Vladya's jaw.

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hard, he was met with a defiant glare and a

Daemonikai understood stubbornness. That, iron control, and sheer force of will were traits he and Vladya shared. He' should let it go, but curiosity wouldn't let him.

What was it that Vladya resisted so fiercely, and why did he look so utterly ravenous each time he fought back?

When they ate meals, Daemonikai had ordered extra food, assuming hunger might be the issue. It wasn't.

The wild hunger in Vladya's eyes remained.

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room and eased into the chair, propping his boots on the table's edge, casually

then." Vladya shot him a glare, huffing in irritation. His nose and cheek were bruised and slightly swollen from Daemonikai's blows,

done

his ankle, and straightened. "How many females do

battling sexlust,"

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mama's bosom," Daemonikai

Daemonikai persisted. "Contact the whorehouse?

in his tracks, his fists clenched. A muscle in his jaw ticked, his control visibly fraying at the edges. "It's not that simple." "It

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finally admitted, his voice

in surprise. He crossed his arms, intrigued. "So, I'm right. There is a female. Who is she? A lady, perhaps? Is she bonded? Is that why you're ashamed? Because I'll drag her here, bondmate or not." "She's not bonded wait. You would

right now. So, stop stalling and tell me the truth." Vladya shook his head, a rueful smile tugging at his lips. "You hide it so well

exhaled sharply. "You remember that night in the woods, I told you about

as he searched his memory. "I'm not sure I-Oh, the

one." Vladya looked...

the cross of his legs and settled back

"No one."

"Do I know her?"

"No."

so I can find this girl and drag

"No."

seat. "Alright. If the desirable is not available, the available will have to substitute, do you not think?" He strode towards

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the maid quarters, chaos reigned. Gales of laughter mingled with the sharp snaps of cards, interspersed by the occasional clatter of objects tumbling to the floor and

walked in and stood framed in the doorway. His voice, clear and authoritative, sliced through the uproar. "Who

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quarters fell silent, as solemn as a tombstone. One by one, the

and meanness to the females, was a sensation for them. They