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

Chapter 737:

“There’s no measure for how much hate I have for you, human princess,” Zaiper said.

“Pray I never get my hands on you.”

He shifted his hold on Aekeira, backing toward the exit.

“Now, I’m afraid I must take my leave. It seems my company is no longer welcome. I will leave her by the door once I am safely through it.

Razarr! Ready the men. We leave now!”

“You know what, Zaiper? You were right.” Daemonikai spoke at last, his voice calmer than he felt.

“Killing you here would have been a mercy, and that’s not what you deserve. I still need answers. How did you do it? Why did you go to such lengths? Why did everyone—including your brother—have to die for your ambition?” His voice grew deadlier.

“I have so many questions, and I will drag every answer from you before you take your last breath. You will suffer. I’ll make certain of that, and my face will be the last you ever see when your death comes.”

Zaiper’s chuckle was arrogant as he

easy to catch, but I—I’m not. You know why? Because you’re surrounded by weaknesses. If it’s not her…” He pointed to Emeriel, “…it’s the thing growing in her. Or it’s Vladya.

with such force that she stumbled, falling at

Vladya just as fast. They managed to catch

trembling lady into her male’s arms, Daemonikai sprang to his feet. Zaiper was already out the door,

on a single target… and shoved

makes every story

the others continued. He made

was beside him in a flash, gripping the male’s shoulder, forcing him to stay

hurt you without touching you?

turned with a victorious grin—until his eyes found Daemonikai’s hand

pumped pheromones into the head soldier’s system, reducing him to growls of agony, making him thrash helplessly, unable

out of here

give a damn about him?” Zaiper scoffed,

him go, you

eye, he wrenched Razarr into the air, one hand gripping his arm, the other his thigh in a horizontal position. He raised his knee