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.”

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

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 of you. And I’m willing to wait for as long as it

“Daemon, please…?”

frankly, I’m really pissed you would make

Her shoulders sagged.

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

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

now.

she speaks the

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

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

her voice followed him into the darkness

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Chapter 339

delay it. Do not overthink it. Just do it… please

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MISTRESS SINAI

slept, Mistress Sinai lay awake in her bed, staring at the

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 real reason

domain. Back in her silks and perfumes. Back where every servant bent the

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

terrace, squandered good coin on wines

when night fell, the

yet she may as well have been shackled in that cold cell. Sleep did not come,

time to give up? Daemonikai will never be mine, will he?