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

Chapter 275: Daemonikai whipped around, his vision blurring at the edges. Rage and raw arousal warred within him, consuming him.

"Your Grace…" the voice was closer now, pained, desperate.

HIGH LORD HERODIS

A flood of needle-like pain spread through Herod's body as the grand king released pheromones in heavy, super-aggressive bursts. Daemonikai was practically broadcasting his dominance, his stance and demeanor making it clear. The king saw all of them as a threat, standing between him and his female. Herod recognized the unmistakable signs of an Urekai in a rut. But this was no ordinary rut.

The sheer power of Daemonikai's pheromones-their raw, untamed strength-spoke of a bond far deeper than mere attraction. If Herod hadn't known before, he knew now: Emeriel was truly Daemonikai's soulbond.

If the grand king shifted now, they would all be dead. Herod fought to project an aura of calm, desperately hoping to appease the enraged alpha.

"Your Grace, please," Herod's voice was strained.

That message couldn't have reached the fortress this quickly. And if Emeriel had called to him, the urgency would have triggered a shift, and his beast form would have arrived instead of the man.

So, how had the grand king arrived so fast?

Another blast of pheromones washed over him, forcing several soldiers to their knees. Some rolled onto their backs, showing their bellies-the most humiliating way an Urekai could ever submit to another.

It worked, to a degree. The savage glint in Daemonikai's eyes dimmed slightly, replaced by a cold, calculating rage.

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"Mine," he growled in a possessive rumble that Herod would have sworn shook the very earth. The grand king's previously feral beast was so close to the surface that Herod couldn't imagine the kind of control the male was exerting to stop a forced shift.

"Give her to me. Now," King Daemonikai snarled in a tone that was purely animalistic. Taking a menacing step forward, his eyes locked onto Herod's. "You have what belongs to me, Lord of Agriculture. Give. Her. To. Me. Now."

"She's in the cottage," Herod choked out, raising his hands in surrender while fighting the suffocating pressure of that last blast. "All yours. She is ready for you."

Suddenly, a sound echoed in the distance. The unmistakable sound of a door bursting open, followed by the frantic patter of bare feet on stone.

Herod's eyes widened as Emeriel raced toward them.

The girl who had struggled for hours to escape had finally found the motivation she needed: the scent of her soulmate.

The grand king's head snapped up, his gaze zeroing in on the approaching figure. Emeriel was naked and unashamed as she barreled into him with the force of a charging bull.

Any other male would have been knocked to the ground, but Daemonikai stood firm, his arms encircling the trembling female.

"You're here," she sobbed against his chest, her body clinging to his. "I have been waiting. It hurts so bad… Please, make it go away… Beloved. I need you so much."

Herod winced inwardly. Beloved.

If she was lucky, that word would be lost in the haze of rut, and Daemonikai would not remember it afterward.

The grand king pulled back slightly, his broad shoulders shielding her nakedness from the prying eyes of the soldiers.

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