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

"But I have to."

fighting him with a fierceness that surprised

him, snarling at him, scratching anywhere

that physical strength. Or how angrily she would

to her sides, his

she whispered, her head tilted back

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

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

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

that," she whispered. "I told you I never had a choice in anything, and you sought to give me one. I guess

words repeated back to

bondmate owned your heart and soul as long as you drew breath. So yes, I should have expected it. I

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 you could have done was tell

down to my belly, the least you could have

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

through at that moment. I thought setting you free was the best decision. I was hurting, Emeriel. Overwhelmed. I never

do. And that's what hurts the most, you know." Her lips trembled with a bitter,

all. A male

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

as if trying to numb the pain inside by

her wrists 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 wished for death. I even tried to kill myself

remained. "However, it took losing the best part of me to crawl out of my grave. I had to lose something

tears in her eyes, only resignation. Acceptance.

detached tone struck him