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

Chapter 260: He recalled being furious at the shy boy talking to her, seeing red when those worthless humans had tried to hurt her, killing them and enjoying it, and then… hunting her. Mounting her.

Vladya grimaced, pushing himself into a sitting position. A garment lay draped over him like a shroud, smelling of pine and jasmine, its warmth radiating against his skin. She had covered him up. Him, the monster who had taken her body like a savage, more beast than male.

The memory of his uncontrolled desire surged through him. The weeks of suppressed sexual hunger erupted in a torrent of possessiveness and rage when he had seen her with that human boy. All he had craved was to kill the insignificant creature who had dared to trespass on his property. He longed to claim her so hard that she would never doubt who she belonged to again. To mark her so deeply that no other male would dare even look at her. Territorial. A feeling he hadn't experienced in centuries. And now, when he teetered on the brink of madness, it reared its head?

Cruel fates and their cruel jokes. "Why am I not surprised?" he growled, his gaze fixed on the stars scattered across the sky. "Even as my life's journey nears its end, you still find new ways to torment me." He rose to his feet, the garment clutched in his hand, its scent a lingering reminder of her. A memory flashed through his mind.

Her gentle hands, smoothing the fabric over him, her expression a mixture of tenderness and concern. "I do not want you to go feral," she had whispered to him. "I hope you feel better when you wake."

Then, she had limped away, favoring one leg, as if each step was agony.

Guilt twisted in Vladya's gut, a sharp pang digging into his chest. He had hurt her again. Yet, she showed him nothing but kindness.

His thoughts snagged on a troubling detail, and he stilled. How had she known about his declining sanity?

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But then, considering how she had always borne the brunt of his increasingly animalistic behaviors, it wouldn't have taken much for her to connect the dots. "I don't want you to go feral. I hope you feel better when you wake."

Her words, spoken with such tenderness, disturbed him. What kind of person was Aekeira?

He had never met a female like her before. Could someone truly be that compassionate, especially towards him? Towards the monster he had become?

Vladya harbored no illusions that she could possibly feel anything but disdain for him. After all, she had only known the broken, twisted version of himself-not the Vladya of millennia past. The one who had believed he could find love, have a bondmate, have offspring. The one who had laughed and loved freely.

Instead, she knew only the monster he had become. The cold, unfeeling, sadistic creature who reveled in pain and destruction, who hated nearly everything that breathed. The one who had taken her body without consent, devoid of a soul, teetering on the edge of madness.

Why, then, was she so kind to him? What game was she playing? How could someone who had endured such hardships still possess such a pure heart?

Even tonight, she had given her body to him, fully aware of the brutal nature of his desires. She had taken all that he had to offer, knowing she was dealing with more beast than male. Yet, she had encouraged him.

Held him. Comforted him.

She had shown no resentment.

Vladya glanced at the garment in his hand. What kind of human was Aekeira?

The question gnawed at him, a persistent itch he could not scratch. And for the first time in an eternity, he felt something stir in his dead heart. A flicker of warmth amidst the cold wasteland of his soulless chest.

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