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

Chapter 365: He, a master of control, had barely managed to keep himself from losing it with her. He, who did not go into rut for anyone before sex-not even his own bondmate-had taken one whiff of her scent in heat and was immediately hit with the father of all ruts.

But Daemonikai had chosen not to analyze it. Some things, after all, were better left unexamined.

However, now, the mere thought of anyone-anyone at all-whipping or hurting her brought a fury so strong to his being. The need to tear apart anyone who dared harm her, who had hurt her before, or who might ever try in the future, was far too strong.

There was no denying it anymore. This human girl, standing before him with guilt-ridden eyes, was his Soulbond. Bile rose in his throat, but Daemonikai gulped it down.

"I am sorry," she said after a long pause. "I know it sounds lame, but I am truly sorry. I tried to stay away. Lord Vladya made me swear I would, and I did try with everything in me. But when you stepped into Lord Herod's home that morning, stopping right in front of me, I knew I was in trouble." Emeriel's shoulders slumped, her eyes dropping to the floor. "This… this thing is way bigger than me. I tried so hard."

Anger simmered in him. "So you thought lying to me, coming to me in deceit was the way to go? Giving me a false name?"

"Galilea is my maiden name, it's not a false name, Your Highness."

"But it's not the name you answer to, is it, Emeriel?"

The guilt shone brighter. "I did not think it through. Lord Herod, he… he knew about my predicament, and sought to protect me." Her eyes begged him to understand. "He thought after the pleasantries, we would not have any other exchanges."

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Daemonikai thought of that day. He had asked her to walk with him, and she had shown him the gardens.

The pull between them had been magnetic. He had no idea it was the bond, and had given in to its demands, scenting her like a caveman. The beginning of countless other encounters where that bond only grew stronger.

There were so many questions he could ask, but instead, he blurted out, "Did you lay with Herod?"

It took her by surprise, just as it had surprised him. "No. Never."

The tightness in his chest loosened. Just slightly. "But he would have taken your heat." Daemonikai's voice was low, strained. "If the bond had not drawn me to you that night, you would have given your heat to him. The whole time, I was ridden with guilt-guilt that I was stealing my high lord's woman simply because I could, abusing my power and strength. And all this time, Herod was the one stealing what belongs to me?"

"No!" Emeriel's head whipped side to side. "Please, Lord Herod never touched me that way. He doesn't see me that way. It's true I begged him to take my heat, but only because I did not want to bear the pain. Those waves of agony. I knew I could not have you. I begged, and he declined. He didn't do it, not even when he saw me writhing, suffering. He went into a rut, and I threw myself at him, begging him to put me out of my misery. And still, he wouldn't," she cried. "He sent a messenger to you instead."

It was the truth, and it spilled out in hurried, jagged breaths. The sincerity in those blue eyes pierced through the fog of Daemonikai's anger. His beast, attuned to even the slightest falsehood, had quieted, satisfied with her explanation.

He remembered the morning Wegai handed him that message, but still, a part of him had needed to hear it from her. Even after summoning Herod for questioning, he still had not felt settled. Now, though, some of that uneasiness slipped away.

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