That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King’s Slave Mate Novel

Chapter 108: Their friendship had blossomed and endured for over three thousand years. And now, suddenly, there was no Daemonikai. Only his beast.

Only his beast, which Vladya would soon be forced to kill.

The girl's gaze wandered, and she caught him staring.

She paled. Her smile vanished, replaced by fear. Vladya disliked being caught off guard, but he refused to act childishly about it. He maintained his gaze, and she quickly averted her eyes, nudging her brother, who also looked up and spotted Vladya.

The boy appeared more angry than scared, but he dutifully lowered his eyes. They both bowed.

"Return to your tasks," he said to them.

They obeyed, their actions now carrying tension, devoid of their previous ease.

Both stood out among humans, not only for the regal air that always surrounded them but also because of their exceptional beauty.

The boy possessed an unusual level of beauty that no boy should rightfully have, and his long, jet-black hair only added to it.

An attractiveness that was uncommon-almost ethereal. Yet, it was the girl who consistently captured Vladya's attention. Even now, his gaze remained fixed on her.

It was simply unfair for a human female to be so breathtakingly beautiful.

"My lord?" Yaz's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"What is it, Yaz?"

"You were growling," Yaz pointed out.

Was he? Vladya noticed the rumbling in his throat and promptly ceased.

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Curse the gods, the girl had the uncanny ability to get under his skin like no other human ever had. The desire to mount her surged within him once more.

The thoughts he entertained regarding the young princess were… disturbing.

He wanted to put his hands on her. To make her feel pain. To make her scream. To consume her.

He wanted to unleash on her and see how she would handle him at his most animalistic. Above all, her blood called out to him.

He craved to sink his fangs into her pale neck and drink from her until she was writhing in his arms.

"My lord?" Yaz's voice broke through his thoughts once more.

"What is it now, Yaz?" he asked, slightly irritated.

"Your fangs, my lord. They are out."

Blast it all! Vladya retracted them, spun around, and began walking away. That damned human.

"Summon Lady Merilyn. Instruct her to meet me in my chambers," Vladya commanded as he strode off.

For some reason, that girl awakened his dark side. A reason, among many, why he despised her. He would be damned before he succumbed to his desires for her again.

He would not.

He would NOT!

Emeriel

Emeriel hesitated before rapping at the door. Moments later, it swung open, and a maid emerged. "How may I be of service?"

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