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

Chapter 879 Chapter 879: Zaiper blinked. "Why what?" Why did I never look at you? Why did it never occur to me that it was you pulling the strings? Zaiper narrowed his eyes. Why does he still sound so calm? He should be boiling, unable to control this violent retaliation! "Because you were nothing but a rat. A coward who didn't deserve my attention. A shrill, intriguing creature, too scared to face me as an alpha, so you hid in the shadows, scratching and thrashing from the darkness." Daemonikai's voice was clear and firm. "You couldn't challenge me for the First Throne. You didn't dare.

Not with your tail between your legs every time I acknowledged your presence." Zaiper's face twisted. "You worked so hard to hide your little tricks," Daemonikai continued. "Because deep down, you knew what you were. Not a rival. Not a warrior. But a sewer rat, terrified of the lion's gaze." Shame pierced Zaiper. Rage surged within him, but he had no words to express it. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ƒindNoᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Why didn't I look at you?" Daemonikai's voice lowered slightly.

"Because I never considered you important enough to care." Dragaxlov has always resented the Naelzharoth, but the feeling was never mutual. We simply didn't care enough to reciprocate. I gave you too much credit," he said softly. "I assumed, even with our history, that you had at least a shred of honor. I didn't know your cowardice ran deeper than the blood in your veins. That was my mistake, and I take full responsibility for it. But tell me, Zaiper," his voice was slow and drawn-out, "what does it feel like to have lived five thousand years brimming with hatred...

for a man who never even spared you a second thought?" Zaiper couldn't contain a growl. That idiot... "What does it feel like to have nurtured all those twisted dreams, only to fail in each and every one of them?" Zaiper's chest heaved in quick, shallow bursts. Each breath burned like fire, scraping against his lungs, but he couldn't stop. Daemonikai tilted his head. "What does it feel like to be nothing more than a sack of shame, hanging upside down in a cage, watching me-alive, whole, and undefeated?" He smiled. "Now I have a new family. A son and a daughter with my blood.

A kingdom at peace. And a companion, the same one you thought you had broken, waiting to welcome me with open arms as soon as I cross the door." Zaiper despised the mental images those words conjured. He tried to silence them, but couldn't. The pain in his body, numbed by the brief high, returned quickly. . . .