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.

the

say something," she pleaded, her

his voice

better than the silence." Misery rolled off her in waves. "Anything at all. Hit me, sh-shout at me, use the s-sp- spiked whip, lock me away in the Hole, anything. Just react.

any royal dagger could. The last

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

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. If that hadn't been enough to clue him in, the way every feeling during

to keep himself from losing it with her. He, who did not go into rut for anyone before sex,

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his being. The need to tear apart anyone who dared harm

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

in his throat,

me. But when you stepped into Lord-Herod's home that morning, stopping right

lying to me, coming to me in

maiden name, it's not a false

the name you answer to,

me." Her eyes begged him to understand. "He thought after the pleasantries, we would not have any other exchanges." Daemonikai thought of that day. He had asked her to walk

he had no idea it was the bond, and had given in to its demands, scenting her like a caveman. The beginning of countless

could ask, but

took her by surprise, like it did him.

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

me that way. He doesn't see me that way. 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

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