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

Captive Slave 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

pleaded, her swollen

his voice

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

The last of

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 to me. Evie had always told him he was good at ignoring things he didn't want to see. And she had been right. The signs

the sound of her voice. His beast had called her mine more times than he could count. If that hadn't been enough to clue him

from losing it with her. He, who did not go into rut for anyone before sex, not even his own bondmate, had taken one whiff of her scent in heat

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mere thought of anyone-anyone at all-whipping or hurting her brought a fury so strong to his being. The need to tear apart anyone who dared

was no denying it anymore. This human girl, standing before him with guilt-ridden

throat, but Daemonikai

I am tr-truly sorry. I tried to stay 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

me, coming to me in deceit was the way to go? Giving me

maiden name, it's not

the name you answer

through. Lord Herod, he... he knew about my predicament, and sought to protect me." Her eyes begged him to understand. "He thought

idea it was the bond, and had given in to its

were so many questions he could ask, but instead he blurted

like it did him. "No.

his chest 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 woman simply because I could, abusing my power and strength. And all this time,

It's true I begged him to-to take my heat, but only because I did not want to bear the pain. Those waves 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, begging him to put me out of my misery. And still, he

truth, and it spilled out in hurried, jagged breaths. The sincerity in those blue eyes pierced through the fog of Daemonikai's anger. His beast, attuned to even the slightest falsehood, had quieted-satisfied with