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

Chapter 737: "There's no measure for how much hate I have for you, human princess," Zaiper said.

"Pray I never get my hands on you."

He shifted his hold on Aekeira, backing toward the exit.

"Now, I'm afraid I must take my leave. It seems my company is no longer welcome. I will leave her by the door once I am safely through it. Razarr! Ready the men. We leave now!"

"You know what, Zaiper? You were right." Daemonikai spoke at last, his voice calmer than he felt.

"Killing you here would have been a mercy, and that's not what you deserve. I still need answers. How did you do it? Why did you go to such lengths? Why did everyone-including your brother-have to die for your ambition?" His voice grew deadlier.

"I have so many questions, and I will drag every answer from you before you take your last breath. You will suffer. I'll make certain of that, and my face will be the last you ever see when your death comes."

"You'll have to catch me first." Zaiper's chuckle was arrogant as he continued backing toward the great doors.

"That's the difference between you and me. You're so easy to catch, but I-I'm not. You know why? Because you're surrounded by weaknesses. If it's not her…" He pointed to Emeriel, "…it's the thing growing in her. Or it's Vladya. Or Ottai. Or our people. So many weaknesses, so many attachments. I have none. I feel none of those things."

Without warning, he shoved Aekeira forward with such force that she stumbled, falling at a dangerous speed.

Daemonikai was already moving, Vladya just as fast. They managed to catch her before she could faceplant.

Releasing the trembling lady into her male's arms, Daemonikai sprang to his feet. Zaiper was already out the door, his soldiers forming a protective line around him.

Daemonikai pumped out so much aggressive pheromone, focusing on a single target… and shoved it all into him.

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The male froze, unable to move, as the others continued. He made no sound, his body locked, paralyzed.

Daemonikai was beside him in a flash, gripping the male's shoulder, forcing him to stay upright.

"Do you really think I cannot hurt you without touching you? Do you truly believe you love no one?"

Zaiper turned with a victorious grin-until his eyes found Daemonikai's hand upon Razarr. The grin vanished.

Daemonikai pumped pheromones into the head soldier's system, reducing him to growls of agony, making him thrash helplessly, unable to fight back.

"Do you really think you'll walk out of here tonight without losing anything?"

"My head soldier? You think I give a damn about him?" Zaiper scoffed, cackling.

"Let him go, you deluded mad king!"

Daemonikai smirked. In the blink of an eye, he wrenched Razarr into the air, one hand gripping his arm, the other his thigh in a horizontal position. He raised his knee and slammed Razarr's back into it, snapping his spine.

"Nooooo!" Zaiper's roar sliced the air.

He lifted Razarr's shattered body again, smashing him a second time. The body folded around the blow, crumpling like wet parchment, before Daemonikai flung the broken body at Zaiper's feet.

Razarr hit the ground hard, coughing up dark blood, breath rattling as he struggled to breathe.

"No!" Zaiper dropped to his knees, reaching for Razarr's mangled form.

Another soldier grabbed him, pulling him back.

"We don't have time for this, Your Majesty! The First Ruler will kill us all!"

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