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

Chapter 274: Herod grabbed a quill and parchment, scribbling a hasty message.

"I apologize for the insolence of this late-night request, Your Grace. But a matter of utmost urgency has arisen. I implore you to grace my estate with your presence this evening. I await your arrival."

The Lord of Agriculture.

Herod rushed outside, the parchment clutched in his hand. Beneath the oak tree, he whistled sharply. Within moments, a sleek messenger bird swooped down, landing on his outstretched arm. Herod attached the message to its leg, watching the bird take flight. He whispered a silent prayer, hoping the message would reach the grand king swiftly and that the ruler would honor his request.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Daemonikai was no longer hunting for Vladya.

He knew the truth with every fiber of his being as he raced through the woods in the dark. His instincts had taken over. That nagging feeling had forced its way to the surface, overpowering his will.

He ran, not with purpose, but with desperation.

There was no destination in mind, and he could not pinpoint the exact location he was headed. Yet, it didn't matter. He could not resist the pull. He did not want to.

He had never felt like this before. This compelling urge to be somewhere. A force that overrode his deep concern for his missing friend.

The world blurred around him as he raced through the forest, his powerful legs eating up the distance.

Finally, he skidded to a halt at the gates of Herod's estate, his chest heaving. The sudden stop jolted him back to a semblance of rationality. What was he doing here?

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He, the grand king, trespassing on another Alpha's territory under the cover of darkness? Daemonikai had executed people for less.

Logic dictated he turn back, head back into the woods, and continue his search for Vladya. Yet, he could not.

His legs moved forward, and with a guttural growl, Daemonikai announced his presence at the gates.

The response was immediate. The sound of locks disengaging filled the air, followed by the creak of metal hinges. The gates swung open, revealing a line of guards, their heads bowed in deference.

Daemonikai took a single step onto the estate, and a scent slammed into him, nearly bringing him to his knees.

A scent so sweet, so potent, it crashed over him like a tidal wave. Mine! Mine, mine, mine!

The same scent had haunted his dreams, but this time, it was much stronger, much more intoxicating. Holy Ukrae. Holy hell.

Someone roared, the sound suspiciously close, before he realized it was coming from him.

Everyone raised their hands in surrender, necks bared in submission. But it was not enough.

Possessiveness gripped him like a vice. Daemonikai wanted to kill. He wanted to destroy every male who dared to even breathe her scent. Another roar ripped from his throat, echoing through the night.

"Your Grace, please calm yourself," a familiar voice pleaded, cutting through the haze of his fury.

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