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

Chapter 484: "The poison destroys from the inside, little by little," the healer explained nervously. "Every passing moment… it eats away at her organs. By the third day… there will be nothing left."

Grand King Daemonikai threw his head back and roared.

A thunderous bellow echoed through the walls, the building, the entire fortress… shaking the very stone beneath their feet. And, as if that wasn't enough, he released heavy bursts of pheromones. Spreading like wildfire, the compulsion's strength dropped every common male to their knees. Heads bowed, hands behind their backs.

The pressure was so strong that Ottai went rigid… just like Vladya. Unable to fight the strength of Daemonikai's pheromones, they too bared their throats, submitting to his dominance. "Calm down, D-Daemon, please…" Vladya said in a raspy voice.

Another roar ripped from the grand king's throat, even louder and more intense than the first.

The stench of urine filled the air as soldiers fell to the floor, rolling on their bellies.

"I will destroy whoever is responsible for this," Daemonikai's eyes blazed, green and yellow. "I will find them, and I will make them pay."

Vladya, with visible effort, forced his legs to move. He was struggling, and Ottai could only imagine the turmoil those pheromones were wreaking on his half-mad beast.

"Your Grace," Vladya's voice was strained, "please control it. Don't lose control in here. Please, think of Emeriel."

Ottai, breathing through the pulsing pain in his skull, forced himself closer as well. "I'll prepare the men for the journey to Mysticaria, Your Grace. We will ride all night."

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and day, without stopping, without resting, until we reach the mages. We will return with the antidote."

"By then, her grave will be cold." Daemonikai glared at him, sneering.

The room went as quiet as a tomb.

"Get out, all of you!" he barked, his body practically vibrating with rage. Rising to their feet, the healer and soldiers scrambled out, leaving only the grand rulers and a sobbing Aekeira in the room.

Daemonikai gripped his head, face hardened, stomping from one end to another like a caged bull.

It had been so long since Ottai had seen him lose his ever-present control like this. The sight was jarring. And borderline terrifying. What if he went feral again?

Daemonikai stopped and glared at the bed. Some of the wildness left his eyes. Walking to her, he bent over, unwrapping the dressing around Emeriel's wound.

"It's turning green," he said gravely, examining the infected flesh. "It's spreading fast. She doesn't have a week."

"Daemon-" Ottai began.

"This poison needs to be removed," his tone demanded no argument.

"Too dangerous," Vladya cut in. "Please, think this through."

Daemonikai looked at him, his eyes narrowed. "I haven't said anything yet."

"I know what you're thinking," Vladya insisted. "Don't do it."

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