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

Chapter 124: For a moment there, when Daemonikai's paw had gripped his throat, and his yellow eyes locked onto Zaiper, he could have sworn he witnessed a glimmer of something within those eyes. Not just the vacant gaze of a feral, but a glimmer of… awareness?

What in the depths of hell was going on?

Was it the scent of the boy's blood? But Zaiper had gotten close to that boy, and while he did smell enticing, it was no different from the scent of all the other humans he found attractive over the years.

So what was so special that a feral would take an interest? Zaiper raised his hand. Madah, whose whip was poised high in the air, paused.

With a downward motion of his hand, Zaiper signaled Madah to step back. Moving away from the window, Zaiper approached the man.

The slave was battered and bloodied. Tears and sweat streamed down his face, and his muscular arms quivered from the agony. Oh, the beauty of a well-whipped body.

"You know, if he were a girl, I would have believed her to be his Soulbond," Zaiper mused, circling the slave. "That would be a plausible explanation, something close to explaining why a feral would fixate on anyone. Or maybe he sees the boy as his new plaything? We do know how to personalize what we consider ours." He stopped before the slave. "What are your thoughts?"

"I-I don't understand, my lord," the male slave cried, bewildered and in pain.

Zaiper sighed and shook his head. "That is why you humans are so dumb. So why would Daemonikai want a dumb human?"

A thought crossed his mind-one that made him stop dead in his tracks.

What if Daemonikai actually regains his sanity? What if, through some inexplicable miracle, the grand king is able to shift back into his human form, with his mind intact?

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Fear prickled down Zaiper's spine. If that were to happen, everything he had worked tirelessly for would come crumbling down.

He had finally made progress in swaying people to his cause, garnering supporters who stood behind him. He could actually ascend to the grand throne if he exerted more effort.

But if Daemonikai returned, all his endeavors would be in vain. Daemonikai was far too strong, far too powerful.

Zaiper stared at his wounded arm, where the beast had dug into his skin. The bleeding had stopped, but the wound was deep. Daemonikai had humiliated him in court today.

But today would be nothing compared to the humiliation and pain he would have to endure if Daemonikai regained his sanity. He would reign for thousands more years while Zaiper remained on the sidelines, looked down upon, seen as weak. Zaiper deserved the grand throne.

"Finish up here, Madah. Thirty more lashes," Zaiper ordered before turning and departing. The slave wept, pleaded, and screamed.

Zaiper strode towards his chambers, his anger morphing into seething rage.

This was his one true opportunity to become the grand king, and he would be damned before he allowed it to slip away. He would destroy everything that stood in his way if he had to.

And he would begin with Emeriel.

He had no idea what the boy truly was, but Zaiper didn't care to find out. He needed to kill the boy before he did any more harm.

Now, he just needed a plan on how to get the boy exactly where Zaiper wanted him-here, in his domain.

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