That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 311

Chapter 311

Now in their half-

shifts, Daemonikai and Vladya tore through the woods, breathing loud, breathing deep. The night's air howled past them, a blur of dark trees and shifting shadows.

They were no strangers to long runs. Over the years, they had pushed their endurance to its limits, testing themselves against time and terrain. But this was different.

This time, their women were in danger.

They had been running without

pause for hours, not even slowing to drink. Their bodies screamed for rest. Vision swam, limbs burned. Yet they could not stop.

"Let us cut through the Dark Woods-it's shorter," Daemonikai said, veering left.

Yes, but more dangerous." Vladya followed. "Wild animals and ferals lurk there."

We take what we must."

Plunging into the

forest, the call of wolves rose in the night. By the time they reached the heart of the woods, Daemonikai smelled them and tensed. Ferals.

Beside him. Vladya tensed too. Slowing their pace, they readied themselves for battle.

A low growl slithered through the trees.

Flickers of movement.

Within seconds, ferals surrounded them. Their hungry, glowing yellow eyes peering from the undergrowth.

Beasts lunged.

Daemonikai and Vladya moved as one, their backs pressed together.

Going for the throat, the heart, the spine...

weak points to save them a lot of time. Claws and fangs met flesh. Fast. Brutal.

More ferals poured from the treeline, their numbers endless.

They were being hunted like a feast in a famine.

Daemonikai hesitated.

Seven centuries ago, he would have slaughtered them without a second thought, but that was before he became one himself. Since his return, he had not ordered a hunt for ferals as was customary. Tonight, however, the stakes were too high. The last thing they needed was to lead a pack of bloodthirsty mad beasts back to the fortress.

So they killed.

Heads fell. Blood splattered against the ground. Bone snapped beneath their hands.

fight stretched long, the road

forced himself to focus on the battle even as impatience course

Emeriel was alone.

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through heat without

to her-he would

lungs, the battle wounds. She would be in so much

pain snapping him back to the present. Snarling, Daemonikai whirled and ripped the feral's

in two.

blood, he lunged

way, Little

I beg of you.

Madam Livia was overwhelmed.

on the

clawing at her own skin, begging for

room, Emeriel rolled on the ground, holding her lower belly in a vice grip, crying

chaos raged: the kind only the scents of females

Ottai stood

falling

snarls and growls echoed beyond

Livia watched through the window to keep track of events, and today, she had

to hold

like a relic, keeping the vultures from tearing through the door. Using his Alpha Will on those who dared to push forward, sending some stumbling back, and others dropping

shaking, wringing her hands together, on the edge of panic. "Madame, what do

Amie was shaking

through the

on the Boer,

"You promised! You promised!"

"Daemonikai, you promised you would be here.

I would not suffer!"

calm, Livia moved to

need to determine if

Emeriel is in so much pain," Amie knelt beside her.

than anyone should ever. This could be a

crouched beside Emeriel. "Hey,

Her head

toward Livia, glazed eyes begging. "Make it stop..." Trembling, breathing

will be here soon," Livia said though

was true. Signaling

"Stay still for

streaming down her face. "Will you make

"Yes, I will."

as she forced

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