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

Chapter 381

Chapter 381

Chapter 381

Kelvin trembled, then spat on the ground. “Let’s go.” He turned on his heel and took off at a run.

Zaiper followed, smirking.

But the humor was fading. The streets were littered with bodies–many vampire bodies and a few werewolves, but not a single Urekai. How had my plan fallen apart so severely? Someone betrayed me.

They turned a corner, ducking into a narrow corridor, half–collapsed from skirmish.

“We’ll go through the North quarter,” Zaiper muttered. “There’s a tunnel entrance beyond the archives-”

“No,” Kelvin snapped. “This way. It’s clear. I just passed through.”

Zaiper narrowed his eyes. “And how exactly do you know it’s-”

“Trust me, or find your own damn way,” Kelvin snarled.

Zaiper bit down his response. I’m killing him the second I have my strength back.

He followed. The corridor narrowed.

Dead silence. Too much silence.

Then, a shadow detached from the wall.

A tall, dark figure stepped into view, cloaked in shadow. Zaiper’s stomach dropped.

Azrael.

Fuck. Fuck.

Zaiper bolted.

Azrael didn’t chase.

drawn. Zaiper deviated sharply, cursing, veering in the other direction. He was running blind but he knew these woods like the back

in his weakened state, not under an eclipse moon leeching the strength from his bones. But he just needed to

a small overhang in the forest, its hollow concealed by roots and

lifted. His beast stirred–in fear. The feeling

are being hunted.

“I’m an Alpha! How dare you hunt me?!” His fangs bared.

and birds. The rustle of

worst part of being prey: not seeing what hunts you. Not hearing it.

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Chapter 381

he roared, spinning.

woods fell silent. Even the crickets stopped.

instincts screamed.

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through the trees. He moved like a shadow, calling on every survival tactic he knew -ducking behind trunks, doubling back, crawling through roots. It didn’t help.

behind him didn’t lessen, no matter what

Daemonikai.

could hunt him like this. As if Zaiper was filth. As if he didn’t even deserve to be captured honorably. Anger boiled –but fear won. Daemonikai would kill him. He’s going to

ran. And ran.

but still, he ran. He found another hollow, a dense thicket of brush and dove

passed. Then a minute. Then three.

Unease returned.

Zaiper’s lungs seized.

chase lasted. It felt infinite. By the time he reached the clearing, sweat dripped into his eyes. His limbs

clamped around

yanked back. Slammed against a tree. Hard.

There, inches from his face–calm as

slightly. “Did you enjoy the hunt? I did. But

“Werewolves… on Urekai land? I

panther, “I’d have opened the gates to the witches of the Eastern Wilds if it meant keeping my people safe.” He clasped his hands behind his back. “In fact, inviting the werewolves was one

Azrael growled

eyes

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