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

Chapter 196: The beast raised its massive head. The chains around its limbs clinked as it slowly straightened. A collective gasp rose from the audience. Those who had been slouching in their seats leaned forward, their eyes fixed on the feral.

Another flash of lightning illuminated the arena.

The first drops of rain began to fall. The gentle patter on the stone was barely heard over the hushed whispers of the crowd.

"What's happening?" Zaiper's voice was filled with growing panic, his composure cracking. And then, before their very eyes, the beast began to shift. Paws elongated into hands. Fur receded to reveal smooth skin. A wild mane smoothed into dark, flowing hair. The transformation was gradual, but undeniable.

A pin could have dropped in the stunned silence that followed.

Right there, in front of thousands of astonished Urekai, the beast completed its transformation.

Where the beast form had lain moments before, now sat Grand King Daemonikai, the tranquilizer darts scattered around him.

His emerald eyes languidly took in the chains that bound him. With a flex of his powerful muscles, they shattered like brittle twigs.

The crowd erupted in a flurry of gasps, whispers, and exclamations.

"The King has returned?"

"Holy Ukrae!"

Grand King Daemonikai appeared disoriented as he took in his surroundings, his gaze sweeping across the arena. His eyes passed over Vladya…then snapped back, locking onto him.

A strangled sound escaped Vladya's throat. The ceremonial dagger slipped from his nerveless fingers, clattering to the sand. Then, he was moving, his body acting on pure instinct. He crossed the arena in a blur, his hands morphing into vicious claws as he ran.

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The massive paws slammed against the cage locks, metal shrieking in protest before shattering. He ripped the door open, his hand human once more as he crawled inside, his eyes fixed on Daemonikai.

"D-Daemon?" The name emerged as a hoarse whisper, thick with a mixture of fear and hope.

Vladya's throat tightened with so many emotions he couldn't name. Trembling hands reached out, ghosting over familiar features unseen for five hundred years.

Emerald eyes that always held a purpose, a mouth that was either set in a grim line or curled into a mocking grin. A face Vladya had thought was lost forever.

"Is it r-really you?" Vladya's fingers traced the contours of Daemonikai's face, his eyes filled with tears. "Please, tell me you are in t-there. Tell me you are back."

Daemonikai's eyes fluttered open again, his green irises clouded with exhaustion. His throat worked as he struggled to form words.

"You're… still… the same… emotional… wreck, V.D.," he rasped, his voice rough and halting.

The familiar nickname, spoken in that familiar voice, shattered the last vestiges of Vladya's composure. A sob tore from his throat as he threw himself into Daemonikai in a fierce hug.

A tired chuckle rumbled in Daemon's chest. He lifted a hand, placing it gently on Vladya's back, returning the embrace.

Tears spilled from Vladya's eyes, falling onto Daemon's shoulder. "Please tell me you are here to stay."

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