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.

hammering, feet hammering harder. Ahead, Yaz appeared from behind a tree, sword drawn. Zaiper deviated sharply, cursing, veering in

He’d led him straight to slaughter. He should never have come tonight–not in his weakened state, not under an eclipse moon leeching the strength from his bones. But he just needed to stay hidden until morning.

hiding spots, a small overhang in the forest, its hollow concealed by roots and stones. It was

his arms lifted. His beast stirred–in

are being hunted.

barked, voice rising. “I’m an Alpha! How dare you hunt me?!” His fangs bared. “Come out! Face me right

birds. The rustle of trees.

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

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Chapter 381

hiding, you coward!” he roared, spinning. “Face me!”

silent. Even

his instincts screamed.

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calling on every survival tactic he knew -ducking behind trunks, doubling

presence behind him didn’t lessen, no matter what

Daemonikai.

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

Zaiper ran. And ran.

Muscles shook. His body screamed in protest, but still, he ran. He found another hollow, a dense thicket of

passed. Then a minute.

Unease returned.

Zaiper’s lungs seized.

resist. He didn’t know how long the chase lasted. It felt infinite. By the time he reached the clearing, sweat dripped into his eyes. His limbs felt like stone and he stumbled.

clamped around his neck.

Slammed against a tree.

face–calm as the stars, deadly as a god–stood

are,” the Grand King said softly. “My prey.” He tilted his head slightly. “Did you enjoy the hunt? I

focus. “Werewolves… on Urekai

witches of the Eastern Wilds if it meant keeping my

Azrael

Zaiper’s eyes

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