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

Chapter 382

As the soldiers dragged Zaiper away, Daemonikai turned toward the werewolf king and extended his hand. “Thank you, Azrael.”

The werewolf king clasped it with a firm nod. “Anything for a friend. When I fought those bloodsuckers and you came to my aid, it changed everything. We may be even now—but call on me again, and I will come.”

“You too, my friend. The lands of Urekai are always open to you.”

“As is werewolf soil,” Azrael replied.

Daemonikai watched him walk away into the shadows, armor gleaming under the strange light of the eclipse moon.

His mind pulled back to a few weeks ago–he’d been working in the study with Emeriel when the letter came. He had initially asked for it to be discarded.

“She sent three birds, Beloved,” Emeriel had said softly. “That’s no ordinary message. Let’s at least see the context before we burn it.”

So he had opened it. And in reading it, learned everything. The extent of Zaiper’s past sins. The terrifying intricacy of his current plans. It had been enraging. But it had also given him an edge.

All thanks to his radiant star, who had urged him to call in his favor with the werewolves, even when he had resisted with stubborn defiance. Calm and rational, she had made him see the wisdom in it, drawing his eyes to the hope, to the brighter possibilities of their aid on a night like this. And now, he was glad he had listened. Glad he had made the call.

“Hey, Ancient One,” Vladya’s voice came behind him.

Daemonikai turned. His brow arched at the state of him. “You do remember you weren’t supposed to fight tonight?”

Vladya snorted, blood spattered across his tunic, grin wide. “Says the male who just spent the night hunting.”

Daemonikai exhaled a faint chuckle.

“I saw our newest prisoner,” Vladya said. “I must say, this night is turning out to be very pretty.”

“It is,” Daemonikai agreed, folding his hands behind his back as they walked side by side. “How are things with the bloodsuckers?”

“They never reached the inner halls. Our people are safe. Well…” he glanced skyward. “Mostly thanks to the werewolves. They tore through the vamps before half of them knew what hit them. The rest ran.”

Daemonikai gave him a side–eye. “You’re awfully chirpy tonight for a Urekai going through the eclipse moon.”

Vladya laughed. “Good things are happening, my friend. My third ritual passed yesterday. Tonight, we captured Zaiper. I beat the fangs out of a few bloodsuckers. What more can a male ask for?”

footsteps reached Daemonikai before the figure came into

eyes wide. “Your Highness…. Your

as Vladya

name is Amie,” she continued quickly, “and I’ve been sent with a message from

“Speak,” Vladya ordered.

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to handle and she’d be fine—but Princess Ackeira started panicking, and now her water

the words delivering sank in, he and Vladya locked eyes, then bolted into a full–blown

the hallway while Vladya paced the other. From behind the heavy doors came the raw, wrenching sounds of labor–the cries, the screams, the urging voices of the healers. Each one sliced through Daemonikai’s composure like knives.

the room. No words needed. They were both hanging

wind through the stone halls–Both

stolen everything from Daemonikai–his family, his sanity, his soul–would now be the night that gave

scream ripped through the air.

snarled, already lunging toward the door, fist raised

caught him yet again.

his beast so close to the surface his eyes flickered gold. “They’re in pain, Daemon. Serious pain. I can feel her

this is their battle, Vladya. The only thing we can do is be here when

and something

hard and pressed on, voice trembling.“—to hold

push!” came the urgent

can’t…” Emeriel’s

must. You’re almost there!”

“I’m so tired…”

now,” Vladya said. “So tell me, are we

the handle, Vladya joined him, and together, they shoved open the doors–ripping them off

healer rushed toward them. “Your Majesties, you

they were

lit low, awash in firelight. Emeriel and Aekeira lay side by side, legs braced, faces flushed with effort and pain. Sweat ran down their brows. Tears

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