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.

was

he did not look away from Vladya, nor

I proceed, or

long silence

a slow

“You may go ahead.”

herself deeper into him, trying to

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

me, Aekeira

uncertain eyes lifted to Vladya, seeking

the tightness in his friend’s jaw as he ground his teeth together, but in the end, Vladya

now was not the time to dispel that fear. In fact, Daemonikai needed it.

between them, walking with heavy, hesitant

as a bowstring, but

neck to

rippled through Aekeira, her fear scent growing stronger, mingling

to the side, she closed her eyes, breathing quick and

more stories now

reached forward, drawing her closer. Lowering his head, he pressed his face to her throat and took a long,

was.

Faint, but indisputable.