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

Chapter 866:

Daemonikai.

Only he could hunt him like this. As if Zaiper were filth. As if he didn’t even deserve to be captured with honor. Rage burned, but fear prevailed.

Daemonikai would kill him. He’s going to kill me.

And so, Zaiper ran. And ran.

His chest burned. His muscles trembled. His body screamed in protest, but still, he ran. He found another opening, a dense thicket of bushes, and dove into it.

Seconds passed. Then a minute. Then three.

The unease returned.

Zaiper’s lungs froze.

running again, unable to stop.

By the time he reached the clearing, sweat dripped into his eyes. His limbs

wrapped around

backward, slammed against a tree.

from his face, serene as the stars, lethal as a god,

“Did you enjoy the hunt? I did. But now I can

trying to focus. “Werewolves… on Urekai

people from you and your bloodsucking allies,” Daemonikai said, circling him like a panther, “I would have opened the gates to the witches of the Eastern Wildlands if it meant keeping my people safe.” He

was,” Azrael growled behind

now on

“H-how?” Zaiper’s eyes widened.