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

Chapter 164: "Vlad, control it," he ordered, his eyes filled with a desperate fury.

Vladya's fangs lengthened further, a menacing growl rumbling in his throat. "No."

"Vladya, damn it! Reign it in!"

"I refuse." Vladya's voice was a guttural snarl. "I'll kill them all. Bathe in their blood." He flicked his tongue across a fang. Oh, he could taste it. "Stop this madness!" Ottai grabbed Vladya by the shoulders, shaking him. "You will lose what's left of your sanity, you idiot!"

"Tell me, what are you going to do about it?" Vladya taunted with a smirk, a feral glint in his eyes. "You and I both know you are no match for me, Ottai. Even Zaiper would not dare challenge me directly. I will tear him apart and leave his bones for the vultures."

"You may be right," Ottai countered, his voice unwavering. "But don't think we would not band together and fight you, Vladya. Don't you dare think we will stand idly by and let your inner beast have its way." His gaze met Vladya's, unflinching.

"Then let's dance, Ottai." Vladya shrugged off the fourth ruler's grip, a predatory smile curling his lips. "Why are you trying to stop me?" He turned back towards the court.

"No!" Ottai lunged, desperation fueling his strength. He slammed Vladya back against the wall. "For the love of all that's holy, Vladya. Get ahold of yourself!"

Wrong move. In a blur of motion, Vladya's claws flashed, leaving a deep gash in Ottai's arm. Crimson blood welled up, staining the pristine white of his robes.

A wave of pure fury washed over Vladya's face, his eyes now glowing bright yellow. "Leave. Me. Alone. Try to stop me again, and it will be the last thing you ever do."

Ottai's grip tightened, refusing to yield. "You'll lose yourself to the beast, Vlad! I will NOT let that happen! I refuse to lose another friend!" His eyes filled with unshed tears.

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Tears filled Ottai's eyes, his voice hoarse with desperation. "You will have to kill me first, but I will NOT let you go feral!"

Outside the backroom, Zaiper's voice rang out with a decree. "The decision is made and now set in stone. In the forthright, we shall eliminate the feral beast." His proclamation echoed, followed by the decisive strike of the royal gavel. Vladya saw red.

The beast within him roared, demanding release.

Vladya gave in.

His bones started to shift, his muscles contorting…

EMERIEL

The news of the royal decrees spread through the fortress with the speed of light, likely reaching every nook of Urai as well.

For the first time in ages, the fortress lacked its usual bustling activities. Desolate, as if drained of life, it was shrouded in a heavy blanket of mourning. The slave masters, always wielding their whips with merciless authority, were nowhere to be seen. The maids, constantly scurrying about their duties, had vanished. The traders, known for their incessant haggling and bartering, were absent.

Even the soldiers, usually barking orders and shoving their way through the crowds, had retreated into the shadows. Consequently, the slaves found themselves alone, restricted to their quarters. Although the king had not been killed, everyone was already in a state of bereavement. The sense of hopelessness weighed heavily upon all.

That night, Ravenshadow Citadel was as silent as a tomb. Emeriel sat alone in his room, struggling to hold back tears. He blinked rapidly, wiping away the tears escaping his eyes.

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