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

Chapter 323: "I know!? I know?" Daemonikai punched him again, watching with grim satisfaction as Vladya's nose broke and his cheek turned purple. But still, Vladya did not fight back, his eyes hollow. "You dare ask if I know!?" Daemonikai roared.

"Fine," Vladya sighed. "More. Hit me some more."

"Don't. You. Dare." Daemonikai's hand clamped around Vladya's throat, his knuckles white. "You utter fool."

Daemonikai had dreaded it would be a failed bonding. But this was not about a failed bonding, it was worse. Unimaginably worse. "Daemon…"

"You were going to leave me? Just like that!?" Daemonikai thundered, the betrayal burning hotter than the blacksmith's forge. "You dragged me back here, to this gods-forsaken place, to watch you go mad?"

Vladya stepped back, resignation written across his face. That look-one of weary acceptance-only made Daemonikai's vision go red with fury. It took every ounce of self-control not to take another swing at Vladya.

"Selfish piece of work. You were never going to tell me, were you?" Dead silence hung heavy in the air.

"Say something, you bastard, or I swear to Ukrae, I will tear you apart with my bare hands and hang your remains at the entrance gate-"

"I am sorry." Vladya's whisper was barely audible, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I am just so tired, Daemon."

Daemonikai tried to see past his own anger, he really did. But it was a difficult feat. Vladya was going feral. And he wasn't fighting it.

The resolve, the surrender in his slumped shoulders. Vladya had given up. It was all there, plain as day.

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Daemonikai was too appalled to speak. Vladya would allow himself to go feral.

"You're right," Vladya's voice cracked. "I was selfish. I needed you here, even knowing… even knowing I was losing myself. Because though I'm leaving you behind, I can't stand the thought of you being killed. I needed you alive, Daemon."

"You were truly going to leave me in the dark? You were truly going to leave me here all alone?" It had been a damn long time since Daemonikai had felt this level of betrayal.

"And if I had to do it all over again, I'd make the same choice." Vladya shrugged, letting out a bitter laugh. "You know me-I've always been selfish, especially when it comes to you."

"You will fight this. You hear me?" Daemonikai stepped closer, invading Vladya's personal space. "You will fight with every drop of blood in you. You will fight with every ounce of strength you have left, and when that's gone, you will find more. You know why?" He leaned in, their foreheads nearly touching. "Because you have no right to give in, Vladya. Absolutely no right to go feral. Not while I still draw breath." His rage began to fade, leaving a gaping wound of pain. Daemonikai felt raw.

"Everyone's gone. You're the only one left… and you were going to leave too? How could you?"

GRAND LORD VLADYA

The betrayal in his voice made Vladya waver, made him hurt. But it was the pain in those eyes that was his undoing.

Closing the gap between them, Vladya embraced Daemonikai, his arms wrapping around his broad frame without heed to the slight flinch at the unexpected contact. He held on tight, feeling Daemonikai's body tremble beneath his grip.

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