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."

to struggle, fighting him

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

physical strength. Or

easily subdued her, pinning her hands to her sides, his body pressed firmly against hers,

head tilted back against the tree

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

my heart and the bottom of my soul, I am so sorry. I should have never sent

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

anything, and you sought to give me one. I guess I should have seen it coming.

words repeated back to him. And

your heart and soul as long as you drew breath. So yes, I should

tightly shut eyes relaxed and slowly opened, staring blankly somewhere beyond Daemonikai's face. "But if you were going to tear my heart out, crush it to pieces, and hand the remains over to me, the least

least you could have done was give me a warning." Her body began to tremble, each breath a

to sleep a years ago, it would end, wouldn't you? But no, the wounds kept spreading until every part

at that moment. I thought setting you free was the best decision. I was hurting, Emeriel. Overwhelmed. I never meant to hurt you this

And that's what hurts the most, you know." Her

male whose world came crashing down and forced to face the world again. I

the tree behind her, the impact making a dull thud. "I only wish it helped with the pain." When her head made impact

did it again, and again, as if trying to numb

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

it took losing the best part of me to

were no tears in her eyes, only resignation. Acceptance. And that

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