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

Chapter 329: His pheromones were so suffocatingly aggressive they had the females on their knees, a trembling, whimpering mess.

Hades, these ladies were not what he wanted. They weren't her.

Even in this near-feral state, Vladya's beast craved a specific female.

Daemonikai had no idea what to make of that. He quickly herded the terrified females before Vladya lost what little control he had left and spilled their blood. Back inside the bedchamber, his puzzled eyes trailed Vladya. Whoever this girl was, she had her claws in him deeper than Daemonikai had thought. Who is she?

"Your Grace?" A cautious voice interrupted his thoughts.

Daemonikai turned to find Yaz standing in the doorway, his expression tight with worry. The male had lingered all day, hovering like a shadow, clearly concerned for his master's wellbeing.

Walking out, Daemonikai closed the door behind him.

"What is it, Yaz?" he asked, tiredly.

"I know the girl my master wants."

Daemonikai's head snapped up. "What do you know?"

"She works here in Blackstone. I know where to find her," the stoic soldier said quietly.

"A maid?"

Yaz shook his head, hesitating. "A slave. Human."

The air between them stilled. They were standing out in the open, but the silence was so thick that a pin drop would have echoed through the halls.

"Say what now?"

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"Yes, Your Grace. She's a newly acquired slave," Yaz explained. "Barely a year ago. Lord Vladya and Lord Ottai traveled to the human kingdom to acquire her and her brother to serve your beast."

That wasn't news to him; Ottai had told him of this journey. What was completely unexpected were the surrounding implications.

The idea that Vladya, emotionally detached, always-in-control Vladya, was drawn to a human girl-enough for his severed beast to fixate on her-was… staggering.

He glanced at Yaz. "Bring this girl to me."

Yaz bowed and turned on his heel. Just as he vanished down the corridor, Ottai rounded the corner.

"Your Grace. I was at Frostfall, only to be informed you were here. There are matters I wish to discu-" Ottai cut off abruptly, his attention snapping to the low, rumbling growl coming from inside the chamber. A trace of worry crossed his face as he moved closer, his eyes finding Daemonikai's. "How is he?"

"You knew." Daemonikai's voice was flat, accusatory.

Guilt flashed across Ottai's face, and he stopped just in front of Daemonikai, his broad shoulders drooping slightly. "It's been happening for a while now. I try my best to help, but…" He shook his head. "You know how stubborn Vlad can be."

"Still, you should have said something, Ottai," Daemonikai said, the weight of his disappointment lacing his words.

"I know." Ottai hung his head. "I apologize, Your Grace."

They stood at the door, watching Vladya through the crack. He'd taken a half-shift again, prowling the room restlessly, snarling and snapping at nothing.

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