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

Chapter 339

Chapter 339

“What?” Perhaps it was just the headache interfering with his hearing.

“Please, do it for me. For yourself. For our child.” She took his wrists into her hand, looking so tired.

“I have no intention of doing that, and I will not have you speak of it again.” His voice was steely now, his spine taut. He pulled away from her. “This discussion is over. Go to your room.”

“Please, hear me,” she whispered.

“Emeriel,” he snapped, furious. “Go. To. Your. Room.”

She flinched. For a moment, he thought she might protest. But she stood, her cheeks damp, her hands shaking as she dried

them.

Daemonikai looked away. He didn’t like seeing her this way, yet he could not bring himself to soften. Angry, yes, but underneath was despair.

Is this what our life has come to?

His Soulbond thought herself so broken, she believed the only way forward was for him to take another female to bed–just to keep the madness at bay. Daemonikai might have laughed, if his chest didn’t feel so damn heavy.

She sank to her knees before him. “Please, just listen.”

any more of this nonsensical-” He stopped himself. Took in a deep breath and forced

Forbidden Chambers, if that’s what it takes.” His green eyes held her blue ones. “But hear me, and hear me clearly. I have no desire–none–to be with another female. I want no other. It’s you I want. Your body. Your soul. All

“Daemon, please…?”

doing it,” he snapped. “And, frankly, I’m really pissed you would make such a request. Go to your

Her shoulders sagged.

fall into that state again… the thought haunts me. Why choose the cure over prevention? Why wait for you to lose control when something can be done to stop it? Why risk losing you completely to

pass his lips. He had never resented her

now.

speaks the truth.

life they had created together. Yet here was, torn between reason and emotion–choosing irrationality and his own feelings over the truth. He knew he needed to sate his most basic instincts or risk endangering his fragile,

desire; do it out of duty.” She wiped her tears,

But her voice followed him into

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not delay it. Do not

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MISTRESS SINAI

Mistress Sinai lay awake in her bed, staring at the darkness above. Enjoying the luxury of her quarters was incredibly amazing. But she

it was the result of the endless petitions sent in her name or the joy of the pregnancies. Perhaps both. A handful of prisoners had been

silks and perfumes. Back where every servant bent the knee

she would miss these simple luxuries until they had been stripped from

basked in the sunlight on her terrace, squandered good coin on wines and spices, and indulged herself

the darkness returned with

she lay in her bed, staring into nothing. Her body cradled by silk and feather down, yet she may as well have been shackled in that cold cell. Sleep did not come, and she was

it time to give up? Daemonikai will never be