That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 168

Chapter 168:

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“No,” he snapped, his voice sharp. Through gritted teeth, he added, “Do. Not. Even. Suggest. It.” The darkness returned to his eyes.

Merilyn recoiled, fear momentarily drowning out concern. “I-I’m sorry.”

Vladya took a deep breath to calm himself, then blinked hard, the darkness fading as quickly as it had come. “Just send a maid, Merilyn.” He stepped back, closing the door with a finality that left no room for argument.

Vladya glanced at the naked maid before him. She had undressed and presented herself to him.

In that position, Vladya should have been rock-hard, tearing off his clothes and mounting her within seconds. However, his body barely responded.

After he undressed, Vladya stroked himself to a half-hard state and positioned himself behind the willing body. But when he grabbed hold of her hips, it felt… wrong. Despite her willingness, she was not the one his body wanted.

“Aekeira is close. You know it,” a voice whispered in his mind. “Take what you want from her. Take what you need.”

He straightened. “Get out.”

The woman looked confused, but quickly obeyed.

Vladya slipped into his robe and made his way out, arriving at the girl’s chambers. Her door was closed, but it opened silently when he turned the handle. It was fortunate too, for a flimsy door handle would not have stopped him—it would only provoke his beast further.

The sight that greeted him was a vision of ethereal beauty. Aekeira lay sprawled across the bed, her white nightgown a stark contrast to her sun-kissed skin and the cascade of golden hair spilling across the pillows. Her eyes were closed, her breath a gentle rhythm in the quiet room.

Vladya entered, locking the door behind him with a decisive click. It had been a mistake, bringing her to Blackstone. She was too close. Too tempting. Too easily accessible.

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But for one night, just this one night, he wanted to forget. To think of nothing else. To indulge in the one he truly desired.

Tomorrow, he would resume the battle against himself. Tomorrow, he would face the chaos.

Merilyn knew him well. For as much as Vladya would love to take the righteous path, to let go of Daemonikai and end his friend’s tortured existence, he could not. He had always been selfish, and he had no intentions of changing now.

So what if Daemonikai was broken? So what if the weight of his loss proved unbearable? They would decide whether they would muddle through it or revert to being feral. Together.

There were two options he was looking at. The first: he would fight them off, even if it meant killing Zaiper in the process. The death of a grand lord was no trivial matter, but Vladya cared little for the consequences.

Should this approach fail—possibly due to obstacles like iron shards, dragon blood, and poisoned bullets—he would turn to his second option. He would chant the Xaa’l Tbeh Zeek.

A dangerous and forbidden dark magic used for mind exchange. His mind for the return of Daemonikai’s. There really wasn’t much left of his mind anyway, so it was a fair trade.

Regardless of the outcome, Vladya was prepared to transform into his beast form and spill any amount of blood necessary to safeguard Daemonikai, even if it meant he could not shift back to his male form again. Ultimately, both paths led to the same destination: Daemonikai’s protection. Even at the cost of Vladya’s own sanity. Whatever was left of it, anyway.

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