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

Captive Slave 184

Chapter 184

Chapter 184

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Daemonikai's eyes snapped up, locking onto hers. Eyes that had been asleep mere seconds ago were now blearily open. She rubbed them to shake off the remnants of sleep.

He had to leave before the pull of this bond dragged him into a storm he was not ready to face.

"Go back to sleep." Daemonikai said crisply, turning toward the door.

"Wait, please."

He heard a shuffle and his jaw locked tight. He couldn't do this. Not now. Not like this.

"Stay over there," Daemonikai snapped. "Do not come close to me."

A sharp intake of breath came behind him, and though he did not want to-gods, he did NOT want to-Daemonikai turned to look at her.

Hurt flashed in her eyes, before she quickly masked it, swallowing tightly.

"As you wish, I would not..." her voice wavered, her hands fluttered helplessly before falling to her sides again. "I will not come closer. But please, do not leave." "Why?"

"Just...." She looked so small, even smaller than he remembered. So fragile, lost, and achingly vulnerable that every instinct within him screamed, protect.

slammed the

say something," she pleaded, her swollen eyes

he repeated, his

off her in waves. "Anything at all. Hit me, sh-shout at me, use the s-sp- spiked whip, lock me away in

sank into him, cutting deeper than any royal dagger could. The last of his doubts, the denials he clung to, crumbled

it. A larger part of him already knew she was truly his Soulbond, yet there was a small part of him clinging to denial. It's not true. They must be joking It's unbelievable. There's no way Ukrae and the fates would do this

tuned into her moods, craved her scent, how she soothed him with just her presence and the sound of her voice. His beast had called her mine more times than he could count.

her. He, who did not go into rut for anyone before sex,

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so strong to his being. The need to tear apart anyone who dared harm her, who had hurt her before, or who might ever try in the future, was far too

anymore. This human girl, standing

throat, but Daemonikai gulped it

away. Lord Vladya made me swear I would, and I did try with everything in me. But when you stepped into Lord-Herod's home that morning, stopping right in front of me, I knew I was in trouble." Emeriel's shoulders slumped, eyes dropping to the floor. "This... this thing is way bigger than me. I

thought lying to me, coming to me in deceit was the way to

my maiden name, it's not a false name,

name you answer to, is

it through. Lord Herod, he... he knew about my predicament, and sought to protect me." Her eyes begged him to understand. "He thought after the pleasantries, we would not have any other exchanges." Daemonikai thought of that day.

was the bond, and had given in to its demands, scenting her like a caveman. The beginning of

many questions he could ask, but

like

loosened. Just slightly. "But he would have taken your heat." Daemonikai's voice was low, strained. "If the bond had not drawn me to you that night, you would have given your heat to him. The whole time, I was ridden with guilt-guilt that I was stealing my high lord's

of agony. I knew I could not have you. I begged, and he declined. He didn't do it, not even when he saw me writhing, suffering. He went into a rut, and I t-threw myself at him,

sincerity in those blue eyes pierced through the