That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 257

Chapter 257:

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Finally, the figure stepped into the light, revealing the savage features of Lord Vladya.

His eyes, more beastly yellow than human gray, locked onto hers as he seized another man. Without breaking eye contact, his fangs elongated, piercing the victim’s neck with a sickening crunch.

Blood flowed freely as he drank, the man’s struggles weakening with each passing moment until he hung motionless. The body was discarded with casual indifference.

The remaining attackers scattered like frightened rabbits, their screams mingling with the sounds of their frantic footsteps.

Lord Vladya smirked at her, then turned and gave chase. The air filled with the sounds of breaking bones, tearing flesh, and bodies hitting the ground.

A whimper escaped Aekeira. It was the first time she had ever seen him fight. Not that this could be called a fight—more of a massacre.

He did it effortlessly. Unfeelingly. He did not hold back, nor blink twice.

“I could easily drain you dry,” he had told her once. Only now did she grasp how easily he could make that happen. The savage look in his eyes… his beast so close to the surface.

“You have noticed, haven’t you?” Lady Merilyn’s voice whispered in her memory, reminding her of that day they’d talked on the river shore. “Sometimes his behavior seemed… off. Crazy. Cruel.”

Panic surged through Aekeira. Without a second thought, she turned and fled, her legs pumping as she plunged deeper into the woods. She ran until her lungs burned and her legs ached, the darkness swallowing her whole. Eventually, she collapsed against a tree, gasping for air. The silence of the woods was deafening, broken only by the frantic beating of her heart.

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A twig snapped nearby, and Aekeira froze, her eyes darting into the shadows.

“Run, Aekeira,” her instincts screamed.

She bolted once more. But this time, she did not get far. A strong hand grabbed her from behind, and she shrieked as she was slammed against a tree.

“There you are,” Lord Vladya’s voice rasped, his breath hot against her skin. His grip tightened on her waist, possessively. “I enjoyed the chase, sweet little Aekeira.” He lifted her hand—the same one Hansel had held—and inhaled sharply. “Why do you stink of the human?” His voice was guttural. More beast than male.

Aekeira frantically wiped her hand on her dress. “My Lord…”

“Why in Hades are you in my thoughts all the damn time? All I want is to bury myself deep inside you. To thrust into you and fuck you raw until you cannot walk for weeks. I wish for you to feel nothing but me, Aekeira.” She whined, her head swimming with—

Lust. It wasn’t just the usual arousal he ignited in her; this was something more. A powerful compulsion urging her to submit.

“What are you… doing?” she gasped. It was becoming harder to breathe, harder to resist.

Then it hit her. Pheromones.

It was why her neck bared itself without conscious thought. Why her knees shook with the effort to remain upright instead of collapsing in submission.

But why was she affected? She was human, not Syren. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

“All over my damn thoughts,” he growled, his body flush against hers, his erection hard and thick. The familiar scent of him wrapped around her, both comforting and terrifying.

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