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

Chapter 233: He had no idea why. He was not even sure he liked the girl, and yet, the thought of never seeing her again was simply… unacceptable.

He took a deep breath, her scent lingering in the air, sweet and intoxicating. "What have you done to me, you sexy little witch?"

That night, Daemonikai and Vladya ventured into the moonlit forest for a hunt, their bodies half-shifted into their beast forms, fur mingling with human flesh, eyes glowing with a predatory light.

Neither of them wanted to complete the transformation, as the balance between beast and man was unpredictable at best. The forest was alive with the sounds of nocturnal creatures, the rustling of leaves, and the distant hoot of an owl. It was exhilarating. Daemonikai leaped from a tree with feline grace, snatching an antelope mid-stride and tearing its head away with a crunch. Vladya watched from the ancient oak, his heart soothed by the familiar sight.

"Another one for the feast," Daemon announced, hoisting his prize with a grin that gleamed in the moonlight.

Vladya had missed this. The thrill of the hunt, Daemon's sharp reflexes, his excitement over a kill. Even his gloating on their way back after getting more game than Vladya. The forest air was cool against his skin, the scent of pine and fresh earth mingling with the metallic tang of blood.

"Alright, alright, enough bragging," Vladya said, trying to mask the emotion tightening his throat. Thank Ukrae for not taking this male away from me.

Daemon's grin widened, revealing a flash of sharp fangs. "Four to two, my friend. Perhaps if you stopped lurking in the shadows like a skittish doe, you'd even the score." Though his smile seemed strained, tight around the edges.

Vladya studied him, realizing how rare it had become to see Daemonikai genuinely smile. It made his chest feel heavy.

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Daemonikai had never been an easy male, but his smiles had once come easily for those he cared for. Now, they seemed forced, as if he had to drag them from the depths of his being.

"Why are you thinking too hard?" Daemonikai's brows knitted in concern, his green eyes reflecting the starlight. "Are you alright?"

Vladya leaped from the tree, landing gracefully. "I'm good. Race you," he challenged, taking off in a burst of speed, the wind whipping through his hair.

Daemonikai gave chase.

The thrill of the hunt and the race sent a rush of adrenaline through Vladya's veins, momentarily clearing the shadows from his mind.

An hour and several kills later, they settled on a cliff overlooking a serene river, the water shimmering under the moon's glow. The towering spires of Ravenshadow loomed in the distance, a comforting silhouette in the vast wilderness.

"You seem more at ease than yesterday. Another visit to Merilyn, I presume?" Daemonikai observed, staring out at the horizon. His tone was casual, yet probing.

The image of Aekeira moaning, twisting in his arms earlier in the day, flashed in Vladya's mind. He shook his head to clear it. "No, but you are right. I have fed."

"How many? Ten? Twenty?" A hint of concern laced Daemonikai's words. "That must have been… stressful."

If it were anyone else, Vladya would have let the conversation die.

"One. A girl," he confessed, the memory of her taste still vivid on his tongue.

"One?" Daemonikai's eyes sharpened, his surprise palpable. "She sated you?"

Vladya snorted. "You know that is impossible; she is not my bloodhost."

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