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.”

this nonsensical-” He stopped himself. Took in a deep breath and

green eyes held her blue ones. “But hear me, and hear me clearly. I have no

“Daemon, please…?”

it,” he snapped. “And, frankly, I’m really pissed you would

Her shoulders sagged.

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 feral when it could be managed? Until we find out who did this and how to undo it, we still need to do all

not pass his lips. He had never resented her sharp

now.

she speaks

here was, torn between reason and emotion–choosing irrationality and his own feelings over

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

But her voice followed him into the darkness behind

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Chapter 339

delay it. Do not overthink

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MISTRESS SINAI

Citadel slept, Mistress Sinai lay awake in her bed, staring at the darkness above. Enjoying the luxury

she been released from that wretched prison cell she had begun to think she would never leave. She did not know if 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 granted freedom too. The

in her domain. Back in her silks and perfumes. Back where every servant bent the knee when she passed.

had not realized how much she would miss these simple luxuries

so, in the hours since her return, she had basked in the sunlight on her terrace, squandered good coin on wines and spices, and indulged herself every pleasure she had taken

night fell, the darkness

she lay in her bed, staring into nothing. Her body cradled by silk and feather down, yet she may as well

Daemonikai will never be mine,