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

Chapter 800:

“Calm your damned beast, or I’ll take matters into my own hands.”

With that, Vladya turned and walked away.

Daemonikai remained there, alone in the silence.

Speechless. Motionless.

For the first time in a long while, he had no idea what to say.

Hours later, Daemonikai sat in the recliner in his bedroom—freshly washed, newly bandaged, and wrapped in clean sheets. Faiwick had done a meticulous job: the bleeding was under control, the wounds had been thoroughly cleaned, and the stitches were neat. The pain lingered, but the worst had passed.

Daemonikai had his eyes closed, though sleep remained out of reach. The voices had quieted for now, but his head still pounded like a demon. Even so, the silence and solitude suited him. He would take whatever peace he could find.

a mental note to punch him in the gut the

was still the

Vladya was right.

the road. He’d walked it before. After Alvin died in his arms, after he found the lifeless bodies

had tasted the blood of his

had surrendered.

beast form and massacred every human soldier in his path. The sound of their bones snapping, their screams echoing

edge again. And the hunger for slaughter

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him steady. He needed to satisfy his most basic

knocked on the door and

and found

she said softly. But her gaze