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

Chapter 364: In the end, reason crumbled. With a quiet exhale, he pushed the door open, stepping into the room with barely a sound, closing it softly behind him.

The scent of her, of Galilea, folded around him like a raven's wings, soothing and provoking all at once. His eyes found her curled beneath the heavy covers, asleep, her dark hair wild against the pillow. So young like this. Innocent, at peace.

His beast purred. His savage animal, hardened by long, drawn-out wars, who had witnessed kingdoms fall and saw fires rage, now relaxed. It rubbed against him like a lazy feline, content after days of bloodthirsty restlessness. The tension in his shoulders unraveled.

And it made sense now. Soulbond. Fucking hell.

"Your Grace," a sleepy tone broke through the quiet.

Daemonikai's eyes snapped up, locking onto hers. Eyes that had been asleep mere seconds ago were now blearily open. She rubbed them to shake off the remnants of sleep.

He had to leave before the pull of this bond dragged him into a storm he was not ready to face.

"Go back to sleep," Daemonikai said crisply, turning toward the door.

"Wait, please."

He heard a shuffle and his jaw locked tight. He couldn't do this. Not now. Not like this.

"Stay over there," Daemonikai snapped. "Do not come close to me."

A sharp intake of breath came behind him, and though he did not want to-gods, he did NOT want to-Daemonikai turned to look at her.

Hurt flashed in her eyes before she quickly masked it, swallowing tightly.

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"As you wish, I would not…" her voice wavered, her hands fluttered helplessly before falling to her sides again. "I will not come closer. But please, do not leave."

"Why?"

"Just…" She looked so small, even smaller than he remembered. So fragile, lost, and achingly vulnerable that every instinct within him screamed, protect.

But Daemonikai slammed the doors to them.

"Just please-please say something," she pleaded, her swollen eyes begging him.

"Why?" he repeated, his voice sharper, colder.

"Anything is better than the silence." Misery rolled off her in waves. "Anything at all. Hit me, sh-shout at me, use the s-sp-spiked whip, lock me away in the Hole, anything. Just react. Say something. I beg of you."

Her words sank into him, cutting deeper than any royal dagger could. The last of his doubts, the denials he clung to, crumbled like the walls of Olympus.

Daemonikai had tried not to believe it. A larger part of him already knew she was truly his Soulbond, yet there was a small part of him clinging to denial. It's not true. They must be joking. It's unbelievable. There's no way Ukrae and the fates would do this to me.

Evie had always told him he was good at ignoring things he didn't want to see. And she had been right. The signs had been there all along, but he had refused to see.

It was insane how his entire being had tuned into her moods, craved her scent, how she soothed him with just her presence and the sound of her voice. His beast had called her mine more times than he could count. If that hadn't been enough to clue him in, the way every feeling during sex had sharpened tenfold should have been.

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