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.

again, unable to stop. He

sweat dripped into his eyes. His limbs felt like stones, and

wrapped around his

pulled backward, slammed

There, inches from his face, serene as the stars, lethal as a

softly. “My prey.” He tilted his head slightly. “Did you enjoy the hunt? I did. But now I can take home my prize. The best

focus. “Werewolves… on Urekai lands? Never… I thought

it comes to protecting our 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 clasped his hands behind his back. “In fact, inviting the werewolves

certainly was,” Azrael growled

now on

“H-how?” Zaiper’s eyes widened.