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 soft

not look away from Vladya, nor did he

or will you

long silence stretched between

a slow nod

“You may go ahead.”

however, pressed herself deeper into him, trying

feared Daemonikai had lost his mind again.

me,

uncertain eyes lifted to Vladya, seeking

he ground his teeth together, but in the end, Vladya gave a

always been afraid of him, but now was not the time to dispel that fear. In fact,

them,

Emeriel was taut as a bowstring, but she did

your neck

Aekeira, her fear scent growing stronger, mingling with her natural fragrance. But she

the side, she closed her eyes, breathing quick

stories

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

was.

Faint, but indisputable.