That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 321

Chapter 321:

Leaving the royal residence, he forced himself not to glance at the narrow hallway beckoning him. All you need to do is walk through there, and you’ll find her sleeping, spread out like a sacrifice on the bed… all for you.

Growling, he made his way out of Blackstone, past the fortress gates. Then he took off, running into the night.

Time lost meaning as he navigated the familiar woods. The forest breathed around him, a living, rustling entity under the midnight moon. His feet pounded the earth, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Branches intertwined overhead, their leaves like shifting shadows. The air was thick with the familiar scents of the woods and the fragrance of flowers. It was liberating.

The lust that had plagued him all day receded as he soared through the woods, racing past gnarled oaks with ancient roots reaching out like skeletal hands, past shimmering birches. His legs burned, his lungs ached, but he couldn’t stop.

By the time he returned to Blackstone, the first rays of dawn were breaking through the darkness. He felt cleansed. Rejuvenated. It lasted until he had bathed and settled into his bed.

His thoughts returned with a vengeance, as sleep eluded him.

You should have sated your thirst out there. Enter the nearest village and drain them all. Take as many females as you desire. They may be a poor substitute, but they’ll do. Make them hurt. No one will know.

Vladya pressed his palms against his temples.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Grand King Daemonikai entered Blackstone, bypassing the main entrance and taking the narrow passageway that led directly to Vladya’s bedchamber. Yaz’s eyes widened in surprise, and he offered a hasty greeting.

“He is inside, is he not?” Daemonikai asked, his voice clipped.

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“Yes, your Grace, but—”

“Step aside, Yaz.”

The soldier obeyed. Daemonikai raised a hand to silence the courtier who had appeared to announce his presence. Instead, he pushed open the door and walked inside.

The room was dark, the only light coming from a single flickering candle on a distant table. The air was thick with the scent of incense and something metallic. Daemonikai’s eyes adjusted quickly, and there, in a corner, Vladya sat on the floor, his head buried in his hands.

But as Daemonikai entered, Vladya’s head snapped up.

Two things happened at the same time.

Vladya moved with lightning speed, shoving Daemonikai. His back crashed into the wall, the impact reverberating through the stone. Then, Vladya was in his personal space, pinning him to the wall. He had a wild look in his yellow and gray eyes.

Why the hell would he let his beast get this close to the surface when he’s alone?

“Vladya, snap out of it!” Daemonikai hissed.

Vladya growled. Pain suddenly exploded through Daemonikai’s senses, so blinding it would have brought a lesser man to his knees.

Pheromones.

Vladya had blasted him with pheromones, demanding submission.

The scent rose in the air, musky and thick, choking him.

“What the hell is wrong with you!?” Daemonikai spat, his voice tight with pain.

Claws dug into Daemonikai’s side, causing another scorching jolt of agony. Blood stained his robe, warm and sticky. Vladya unleashed yet another burst of pheromones.

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