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."

began to struggle, fighting him with

him, scratching anywhere

expected that physical strength. Or how angrily

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

whispered, her head tilted back against the tree trunk,

if trying to block him

my soul, I am so sorry. I should have never sent you away. I should have handled it

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

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

words repeated

plainly there was nothing left to give me," she said. "That your late bondmate owned your heart and soul as long as

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

you could have done was

ago, it would end, wouldn't you? But no, the wounds kept spreading until every part of me was raw and scabbed, Your

am sorry. I didn't think it through at that moment. I thought setting you free was the best decision. I was hurting, Emeriel.

most, you know." Her lips trembled

man beneath it all. A male whose world came crashing down and forced to face the world

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

numb the pain inside by

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

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

her eyes, only resignation. Acceptance. And that twisted his damn

dry eyes and detached tone