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

Chapter 241: Again, Daemonikai's thoughts drifted to the betrothed princess. He gritted his teeth.

Why did he keep thinking about the human girl? It was uncharacteristic of him.

But Ottai was right. He had been highly exposed to the female's heat scent tonight. There was no sleeping it off, no suppressing it.

"Pick out some of our females and lose yourself in them. Evie would not have wanted you to suffer. You know that," the fourth ruler added softly. Daemonikai released a sigh, the headache already beginning to throb behind his eyes. "Send one of your men into town to call Alviara, would you?"

"Of course," Ottai said, relieved.

Daemonikai entered his residence, agitation radiating from him like heat from a furnace. His skin felt tight, his own body conspiring against him.

His eyes fell upon the boy standing in the corner, and his steps faltered. In the chaos of the evening, Daemonikai had momentarily forgotten about him.

There it was again, that unsettling lack of scent.

In his long life, he had encountered individuals from various species who had no scent. It was unusual, but not unheard of.

Yet, there was something peculiarly disturbing about this boy's lack of scent that unsettled him deeply. The distraction had been enough to disrupt his focus during dinner, prompting him to ask the boy to remain behind.

What was it about this boy that troubled him so?

"Your Grace," the boy greeted with a respectful bow.

The sound washed over Daemonikai like a cool breeze. A surprising balm to his agitated body.

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His inner beast stirred, ears perked with interest.

Something about the boy's tone… it sounded familiar. The boy reminded him of Princess Galilea.

Daemonikai's legs moved before he could think. In a flash, he had the boy pinned against the wall, his nose buried in the crook of his neck.

He inhaled deeply, the boy letting out a startled gasp.

Nothing. There was no scent.

Daemonikai's frustration morphed into a growl, his agitation mounting. He tilted the boy's head aside and rubbed his nose against his skin, searching for any trace of a scent.

A soft whimper escaped the boy. The faint smell filling Daemonikai's nostrils snapped him back to his senses.

He released the boy, stepping back. "I apologize. I'm not always so… uncontrolled," he muttered, pressing a hand to his temple.

The boy's chest heaved with ragged breaths, his eyes wide and glassy. Daemonikai caught the faintest smell of musk. A familiar one too, tugging at the edges of his memory. Where had he caught this scent before?

"Why do you seem familiar to me?" he demanded, his voice a low growl. "And I do not mean your features alone. I despise closeness and invasion of my personal space, especially from strangers, and more so from humans. Yet, you do not trigger my defenses. Why?"

The boy swallowed hard and shook his head, unable to speak.

Daemonikai did not expect any response. Even his own words sounded absurd to him. He retreated another step, putting more space between them.

"What is your name?" Daemonikai asked, his voice softer now.

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