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.”

He stopped himself. Took in a deep breath and forced his lungs to expand fully before

myself to be bound whenever an episode threatens,” he said, calmer now, though no less firm. “I’ve learned to read the signs before it happens. And I am perfectly willing to be chained–locked away in the 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

“Daemon, please…?”

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

Her shoulders sagged.

the cure over prevention? Why wait for you to lose control when something can be

worked around a bitter answer, but it did not pass his

now.

she speaks the

everything within his power to safeguard the life they had created together. Yet here was, torn between reason and emotion–choosing irrationality and his own feelings over the truth. He knew

out of duty.” She wiped her tears,

followed

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it. Do not overthink it. Just do it…

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MISTRESS SINAI

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

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

her silks and perfumes. Back

miss these simple luxuries until they had been

had basked in the sunlight on her terrace, squandered

fell, the darkness returned

by silk and feather down, yet she may as well have been shackled in that cold cell. Sleep did not

time to give up? Daemonikai will never be