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

Chapter 227

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate Chapter 227

The Soulbond had torn him to pieces.

But if it had been that excruciating for him, Daemonikai shuddered to think how much worse it must have been for Emeriel.

She had carried the bond longer, nurtured it more deeply.

"Are you alright?" Her voice brought him back to the present. She was standing in front of him, her expression cool but her eyes searching. No. No, I'm not, Emeriel.

She was stronger than he'd ever given her credit for. Far stronger than her delicate frame suggested. Not just physically, but in every other way.

She had walked through fire, and it had changed her. Hardened her. It was evident in every aspect of her being - the way she moved, spoke, and looked. The guarded expression in her eyes. Will she ever forgive me? Will she ever give us a chance?

Daemonikai let the bow and arrow slip from his grasp, clattering to the ground, and in one fast move, seized her shoulders and spun her around.

Moving with lightning speed, he pressed her against the rough bark of a nearby tree.

"What are you doing!?" Emeriel gasped, startled.

"I need you to listen to me, Emeriel," Daemonikai said quietly.

"No, don't." Fire blazed in her eyes, and her fists clenched against his hold. "Do not!"

"I need to-"

"Let me go! I do not want to hear it." Desperation seeped into her voice, her tone rising...frantic.

want to hear

"But I have to."

to struggle, fighting him with

pushing him, snarling at him, scratching anywhere she

Or how angrily she would fight

her hands to her sides, his body

go," she whispered, her head tilted back against the tree trunk, resignation replacing her

if trying to

so sorry, Emeriel," Daemonikai said, words tumbling out with raw emotion. "From the depths of my heart and the bottom of my soul, I am so sorry. I should have never sent you away. I should have handled it all better." Only the sounds of birdsong and rustling

away. Words are feeble, and I'm

never had a choice in anything, and you sought to give me one. I guess

own words repeated back to him. And there

"That your late bondmate owned your heart and soul

you were going to tear my heart out, crush it to pieces, and hand the remains over to me, the least you

the blade down to my belly, the least you could have done was give me a warning." Her body

of misery. You would think when the bond went to sleep a years ago, it would end, wouldn't you? But no, the wounds

"I am sorry. I didn't think it through at that moment. I thought setting you free was the best decision. I was hurting, Emeriel. Overwhelmed. I never meant to hurt you this

most, you know." Her lips trembled with

of an aggrieved man beneath it all. A male whose world came crashing

making a dull thud. "I only wish it helped with the pain." When her head made impact again, Daemonikai winced at the sound, knowing it had

to numb the pain inside by

one hand, the other he slipped between the tree and her skull. "Don't do that, please." "The pain buried me alive and built a house over my grave," she whispered, not missing a beat. "I lost count of how many times I wished for death. I even tried to kill myself one time. To end it all." Daemonikai felt sick. "Ukrae's

it took losing the best part of me to crawl out of my grave. I had to lose something so precious to claw

eyes, only resignation. Acceptance. And that twisted

eyes and detached tone struck