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

Chapter 865 Chapter 865: Zaiper narrowed his eyes. "And how do you know exactly that it's...?" "Trust me or find your own way," Kelvin growled. Zaiper bit his tongue to hold back a retort. I'll kill him as soon as I regain my strength. He followed him. The hallway narrowed. A deathly silence. Too much silence. Then, a shadow detached itself from the wall. A tall, dark figure appeared before their eyes, wrapped in shadows. Zaiper's stomach churned. Azrael. Shit. Shit. Zaiper took off running. Azrael didn't chase him.

Zaiper sprinted toward the wooded path, his heart pounding, his feet thumping harder with each step. Further ahead, Yaz appeared from behind a tree, sword drawn. Zaiper swerved sharply, cursing, and veered in the opposite direction. He ran blindly, but he knew this forest like the back of his hand. He had grown up in it. Damn vampire. He'd led him straight into the slaughter. He should never have come tonight, not in his weakened state, not under a moon eclipse that drained his power. But he only needed to stay hidden until morning. Then, he would find a way to recover and rise again.

He reached one of his old hideouts, a small ledge in the woods, a hollow concealed by roots and stones. It was familiar and safe. But the hairs on his arms stood on end. His beast stirred, fearful. He felt like prey. You're being hunted. Zaiper went rigid. "Who the hell is there?!" he barked, raising his voice. "I'm an Alpha! How dare you hunt me?!" He bared his fangs. "Come out! Face me now!" Nothing. Just wind and birds. The whisper of the trees. Visit galvls.com for updates That was the worst part of being prey: not seeing what hunts you. Not hearing it.

"Stop hiding, coward!" he roared, spinning around. "Face me!" The forest fell silent. Even the crickets stopped chirping. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Run! his instincts screamed. Run, now! He took off running again, crouching low, zigzagging between the trees. He moved like a shadow, using every survival tactic he knew: crouching behind trunks, retreating, crawling through the roots. It was all in vain. The tingling sensation didn't fade. The presence behind him didn't lessen, no matter what he did. In fact...

it drew closer. . . .