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

Chapter 297: He drew a sharp breath, a subtle tremor running through his body. "You dance with fire, little princess. You walk a dangerous path for a soulless male, one who hates your kind. One who barely feels anything anymore."

Aekeira knew this, understood it with painful clarity that her foolish heart refused to acknowledge. Her only response was to tighten her arms around him.

"I apologize, Aekeira," he said, his tone flat and emotionless. "For that night in the woods. For all the nights before."

His words offered no comfort, only deepened her unease. This male felt too little to truly regret his actions, yet he apologized… as if fulfilling a duty, tying up loose ends. Tears pricked at Aekeira's eyes, but she blinked them back fiercely. "Tell me again," she choked out. "When you truly feel it."

"I may wake a different male tomorrow, Aekeira. For now, it's as if the rage, the anger, the hate… they slumber." A sigh escaped him, heavy with resignation. "But these days, I cannot predict who I will be at the dawn of a new day. Today, I want you here, your arms around me as we watch the sundown and the moon rise. Tomorrow, I may be consumed by the darkness, the need to hurt you. To lay you down and mount you within an inch of your life until you beg for mercy.

And that is not the darkest of my desires, Aekeira. If you knew the depths of them, you would flee in terror." Aekeira's breath hitched.

He turned to face her. "I want to whip you and make it hurt," he stated bluntly. "I wish to lay you out naked and mark your pretty little skin with the lash of my whip. I want to tie you up and ravish you all day long until you are raw, bruised, and unable to walk for days. Bedridden from being filled with my cock. Your skin red from the marks of my whips." He paused, his stare piercing into her very soul. "Those are barely my instincts on a bad day. Do not take my hands, Aekeira.

Run for the hills. Run, and never look back."

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A blush spread as he spewed more crude, blatant words until her entire face scorched. He really wanted to do all that to her, the truth lay stark in his eyes.

For the first time, real fear prickled Aekeira's skin. Dread bloomed in her chest. The things he spoke of were… downright terrifying, to say the least.

Aekeira had never been one to embrace pain, never sought it out. He was right; she should be running as fast and far as she could. Run, Aekeira. Run and never look back!

"Those instincts are dormant for now, are they not?" she heard herself ask. "When they awaken, I will flee, my Lord. But that day is not today."

His brows furrowed in a manner that clearly questioned her sanity.

"King Daemonikai… His feral madness… it wasn't like this, was it?" Aekeira asked tentatively.

Lord Vladya shook his head. "For Daemonikai, there was no warning, no gradual descent. He had a fulfilling martial bond, a loving mate, children… an heir to his throne. The sudden loss of everything, and the manner in which it was taken, shattered his mind." He sighed.

"He also exhausted himself protecting his people that night, pushing his beast beyond its limits under an eclipse moon. There was no strength left to heal, no energy to resist the encroaching darkness. The cost was his sanity."

There was a flicker of sorrow in his cold eyes. "Mine has been brewing for centuries. A lifetime of anger, unhappiness, bitterness. Rage. Every failed bonding ritual, every new child born to another… watching the Fates play their cruel game." A muscle twitched in his jaw. "And when they finally granted my wish, they took it all away, three short nights later. This madness has been festering for a damn long time. It's inevitable."

Fight it! Aekeira wanted to scream, but the words died in her throat. What good would it do?

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