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

Chapter 567: The smile vanished from Zaiper's face, replaced by an icy fury. "How dare you."

Damn it. She needed to tread carefully. This male was her only chance at freedom.

"I apologize, My Lord. I was not thinking straight."

"I am half-tempted to order the guards to give you thirty lashes of the whip." "No, please!" Sinai clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture. "Forgive me, I beg you. I've been here for weeks-my sanity is dwindling. Please, the greatest second ruler, you must do something to get me out of here."

Zaiper exhaled slowly, his lips curling into a sneer. "I will excuse you just this once because of your situation. But the next time you speak to me like this-"

His hand shot out, grabbing her neck in an iron grip and slamming her into the cold metal bars.

"-I will kill you with my bare hands."

Pain shot through her skull, her vision swimming. She forced a strained, nervous reply from her lips. "Thank you, My Lord. Your benevolence is astounding."

"Idiot." He released her with a flick of his wrist, as though discarding trash, dusting his hands off dramatically.

"Please, what is going on out there? Has anything been said about me in court?" Sinai sucked in a shallow breath, gingerly touching her neck as she tried to regain her composure. "Where is Daemonikai, and why hasn't he come here?"

"Ah, 'your Daemon' is currently away from Ravenshadow, indulging in some lover's bliss relaxation of sorts," Zaiper said, his smirk returning like it had never left. "It's been three days now, but who's counting?"

"WHAT!?" Hot jealousy rushed through her, twisting her insides. "First of all, she is NOT his woman!"

"Afraid she is," Zaiper replied smoothly, his amusement barely concealed. "Oh, I forgot to mention-it's official now. He announced their courting and publicly claimed her. She is now recognized all over Urai, not only as his woman but as his destined mate."

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GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

The tension in Grand King Daemonikai's body was nearly unbearable as he gave chase. No, as he hunted.

This wasn't merely pursuit. He didn't run at full speed to end the chase quickly. He stalked her, keeping close enough to track her every move but far enough to prolong the delicious hunt.

His mate was light on her feet, and he took immense pride in that. The way she moved, her agility and speed-it made the chase exhilarating, feeding the predator roaring inside him.

The downside was that his body ached with desire, his arousal so strong he felt he could probably split a log with it. The longer he hunted her, the harder it became to control his instincts. That primal urge screamed at him to catch her, throw her down, tear away her clothes, bury himself in her body, and rut into her until every creature in the forest heard her screams.

Clenching his teeth, Daemonikai fought the drive. He couldn't-wouldn't-touch her. Not yet.

It was torture. Absolute agony. But he was determined to be the mate she deserved, the kind who put her first, not his own carnal desires.

What he hadn't anticipated was how difficult that would be.

For a male who prided himself on his iron control, born of more than age, Emeriel pushed all his limits. He couldn't stop thinking about her body-the sway of her hips, the perfect curve of her…

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