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

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"When she left, she took all the color with her, drowning my world in black and white. I never realized how brightly she lit up my life, from the first day I met her as Galilea, until she was gone." Daemonikai admitted.

Admitting it aloud for the first time was like shedding twelve heavy cloaks Daemonikai hadn't known he was wearing.

"Oh...dearest, I know." Evie gave a kind, watery smile. Taking his hand, they walked along the shore, the waves lapping gently at their feet. "I know you better than you know yourself, Daemon

He breathed deeply, the air suddenly feeling lighter, fresher. He could finally say it without drowning in sorrow, without the rain of guilt.

It was exhilarating.

"I don't know what I ever did to deserve a woman like you, Evie. Daemonikai said sincerely.

"I was the lucky one." she exhaled a slow breath."Always have been."

"Galilea made me feel strange things. But I was okay with it, for it distracted me from my misery. That was, until I found out why she made me feel that way." He stared out at the ocean. "I felt so angry, deceived. Guilty. I thought sending her away was the best thing to do." "But it wasn't, was it?"

felt nothing but emptiness. Then his nightmares came more frequently, followed by dreams of her in

saw the family he had lost, the empty pit that was once the center of his universe. On the other side, he saw the soulbond he had lost-a female whose body he craved, whose scent he was addicted to. Daemonikai had drifted into a new version of

"The ones you recovered from your feral time... they didn't

if that hell wasn't enough, those

the night they flooded his

Emeriel patiently handfeeding him.

mounting her

tore apart the slave master who dared

had answered, driven by a need to protect her. A need to possess. A

recalled holding her in his arms in the dead of night as she bravely cuddled against his

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turn, plunging into his ruts, even in his feral state. His instincts along the line

"They are going to kill you, and hurts me so much. Please, don't die." "Here,"

sweet nectar that was her blood, the heavenliness sliding down his throat. He remembered her tears, her pleas for him

had loved

feral state where he had nothing but pain

the beginning of his

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