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. He didn’t know how long the

he reached the clearing, sweat dripped into his

wrapped

pulled backward, slammed against a

blurred. There, inches from his face, serene as the stars, lethal

“My prey.” He tilted his head slightly. “Did you enjoy the hunt?

“Werewolves… on Urekai

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

Azrael growled

now

“H-how?” Zaiper’s eyes widened.