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.

don't want

"But I have to."

struggle, fighting him with a fierceness that

him, scratching

physical strength. Or how angrily she would fight

her sides, his body

back

shut, as if trying to block him out. "Just let

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

heart, and it haunts me," he told her, apologetic. "I regret sending you away. Words are feeble, and I'm not good with them. I wish you could

guess I should have expected that," she whispered. "I told you I never had a choice in anything, and you sought to give me one. I guess I should have seen it coming. After all, we had already agreed there was no future for us, that our bond

own words repeated back

your late bondmate owned your heart and soul as long as you drew breath. So

eyes relaxed and slowly opened, staring blankly somewhere beyond Daemonikai's face. "But if you were going to tear my heart out, crush it

a knife into my chest and drag the blade down to my belly, the least you could have done was give me a warning." Her body began to tremble, each breath a

the bond went to sleep a years ago, it would end, wouldn't you? But no, the wounds kept spreading until every part of me was raw and scabbed, Your Grace. And

groaned. Anguish rolled through him like a dark storm. "I am sorry. I didn't think it through at that moment. I thought

what hurts the most, you know." Her lips trembled with a

I see the sincere intention of an aggrieved man beneath it all. A male whose world came crashing down and forced to face the world again. I

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

it again, and again, as if trying to numb the pain inside by inflicting

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 soul," he

didn't," she finally blinked, but the blank, faraway look remained. "However, it took losing the best part of me to crawl out of my grave. I had to lose something

eyes, only resignation. Acceptance. And that twisted his

dry eyes and detached tone struck him the