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 eyes begging

his

at all. Hit me, sh-shout at me, use the s-sp- spiked whip, lock me away

him, cutting deeper than any royal dagger could. The last

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 to me. Evie had always told him he was good at ignoring things he didn't

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

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

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to his being. The need to tear apart anyone who dared harm her, who had hurt

it anymore. This human girl, standing before him with guilt-ridden eyes,

his throat, but

after a long pause. "I know it sounds lame, but 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

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

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

not the name you answer

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. He had asked her to walk with him,

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

ask, but instead he blurted out. "Did you lay with

like

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

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

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,