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 to hear

"But I have to."

began to struggle, fighting him with a

away, pushing him, snarling at him, scratching anywhere she could get her hands

strength. Or how angrily she would fight

to her sides, his body pressed

whispered, her head tilted back against the tree trunk, resignation

if trying to block him

emotion. "From the depths of my heart and the bottom of my soul, I am so sorry. I should have never

he told her, apologetic. "I regret sending you away. Words are feeble, and I'm not good with them. I wish you could look into my heart and see how I

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

to squeeze his eyes shut. His own words repeated back

me plainly there was nothing left to give me," she said. "That your late bondmate owned your heart and soul as long as you drew breath. So yes, I should have expected it. I should

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

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

bond went to sleep a years ago, it would end, wouldn't you?

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

you know." Her lips trembled with a bitter, hollow

A male whose world came crashing down

helped with the pain." When her head made impact again, Daemonikai winced

as if trying to numb the

above her head with 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

part of me to

eyes, only resignation. Acceptance. And that

and detached tone struck