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

Chapter 681:

But as Vladya led her closer, Daemonikai caught her scent.

And went still.

“Your Grace?” Emeriel had noticed his sudden tension.

He lifted her gently, setting her aside, and rose to his feet. Moving deliberately past her, he settled his eyes fully on her sister.

“May I scent her?” Daemonikai asked Vladya, calmly.

Vladya’s brow furrowed.

“Is everything all right? I—”

“Vladya,” he snapped, adding command to his voice.

“I, the grand king, am formally requesting permission to scent one of my subject’s females. Unless you are prepared to defy me, you will obey.” The room tensed.

Vladya’s spine went ramrod straight, the playfulness vanishing from his demeanor.

A breath hitched nearby.

Emeriel’s voice was

away from Vladya,

or

long silence stretched between

a slow nod

“You may go ahead.”

into him, trying to disappear

she feared Daemonikai had lost his mind again. Sighing inwardly, he

to me, Aekeira Maranthine

uncertain eyes lifted to Vladya,

his friend’s jaw as he ground his teeth together, but in

had always been afraid of him, but now was not the time to dispel that fear. In fact, Daemonikai needed it. The sharper her distress, the stronger her scent

the space between them,

a bowstring, but she did not

neck to

shudder rippled through Aekeira, her fear scent growing stronger, mingling with her natural fragrance. But

side, she closed her

stories now

his head, he pressed his face to her throat and took a long, deep

was. Osmanthus

Faint, but indisputable.