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

Chapter 650:

Daemonikai and Vladya moved as one, their backs pressed together. Going for the throat, the heart, the spine…weak points to save them time. Claws and fangs met flesh. Fast. Brutal.

More ferals poured from the treeline, their numbers endless.

They were being hunted like a feast in a famine.

Daemonikai hesitated.

Seven centuries ago, he would have slaughtered them without a second thought, but that was before he became one himself. Since his return, he had not ordered a hunt for ferals as was customary. Tonight, however, the stakes were too high. The last thing they needed was to lead a pack of bloodthirsty mad beasts back to the fortress.

So they killed.

Heads fell. Blood splattered against the ground. Bone snapped beneath their hands.

The fight stretched long, the road still endless before them.

Daemonikai forced himself to focus on the battle, even as impatience coursed through him.

Emeriel was alone.

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Madam Livia was overwhelmed.

arching, sobbing and clawing at her own

ground, holding her lower belly in a vice grip, crying brokenly

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as the ultimate barrier against the Urekai males falling into their base instincts, circling like vultures on a battlefield. Their snarls and growls echoed beyond the chamber door. Occasionally, Livia watched through the window to keep track of events, and today,

fought to hold them back, wielding his authority like a relic, keeping the vultures from tearing through the door. Using his Alpha Will on those who

her, Amie was shaking, wringing her

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