That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 316

Chapter 316:

“Why the hurry?” Mich questioned, frowning. “Why eliminate her in secret when she can be publicly executed for her crimes?”

“Because if Razarr’s hunch is correct, that girl might be the grand king’s Soulbond. She has to die. The sooner, the better.”

“Deceiving the four rulers? Keeping such a secret? Making fools of them? Her crime is far too great,” Mich argued. “Instead of assassination, we should make public execution the first option. We wait for the Master to return before making any move.”

Razarr shook his head, determination hardening his features. “Get the men ready. Once she steps out of that estate, we kill her.”

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

By midnight, Grand King Daemonikai stepped out of the carriage, moonlight glinting off the polished surface as Wegai bowed before him. Daemonikai strode forward, his legion of soldiers falling in behind him. It had been a long journey, and all he wanted was to retreat to his residence for some much-needed rest.

Three whole days spent on werewolf soil was no easy feat. But this particular trip had been of paramount importance. After the official matters were concluded, King Azrael had confided in him about the escalating troubles with the vampire clans.

The cursed bloodsuckers were once again testing the boundaries of the werewolf lands, searching for vulnerabilities, eager not only to infiltrate but perhaps even claim territory. Four of the creatures had been captured and eliminated, but Daemonikai knew this was only a temporary solution. The enmity between the Urekai and the werewolves with the vampires stretched back millennia, long before his own birth.

Daemonikai had always believed that if any species were to uncover the secret of the Urekai’s night of weakness and breach their defenses, it would be those cunning bloodsuckers. Certainly not humans. Traitorous animals.

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Yet, one human occupied his thoughts more than he cared to admit: Galilea.

She had been on his mind incessantly these past few days, even when he was supposed to be focused on critical matters in the werewolf court. Everything about her was different. In every way.

He might be centuries out of practice, but when it came to her, something didn’t feel right. Or perhaps it felt too right.

He’d slept more soundly with her than he had in the past three months. There were nights when he ran the woods, hunted for sport, and had been so exhausted afterward, yet hadn’t found rest. But with Galilea, despite her demanding heat, he’d managed to find peaceful slumber in the brief moments between. Beside her, a human. It was beyond comprehension.

Daemonikai had helped females through their heat before, but he’d never felt the urge to hold them close and never let go. Was it because he was unbonded? This was, after all, his first heat without Evie’s bond. Perhaps. But unlikely.

This wasn’t a bond issue; it was a her issue.

All his intense feelings centered around her… Galilea. Daemonikai couldn’t explain it. He didn’t want to think too much about it. He didn’t like the connections his mind was drawing, the implications they suggested. So he shut them down.

It was better not to dwell on things he didn’t want answers to. He’d learned that long ago. Some things were better left unknown.

As he entered his quarters, his servants stood waiting, a bath already drawn. His bedchamber was scented with magnolia and borage, instead of the lavender he’d favored for centuries. The new scent brought Evie to mind.

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