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

Chapter 883 Chapter 883: "Daemonikai! Bastard!" Zaiper screamed, his voice choked with panic. The wild animals were dragged in. Zaiper thrashed, trying to rise, trying to move. But his weak, trembling, useless body betrayed him. He couldn't get up. He couldn't escape. The two sedated beasts were tossed carelessly to the ground, their limp bodies and relaxed features. Zaiper watched, breathing raggedly, his eyes wide open. Then the soldiers poured a thick, shining liquid into their mouths and quickly exited. "Don't you dare leave me with them! Come back! COME BACK!" Zaiper screamed.

The cell door slammed shut behind them, and the bolt clicked into place. Silence. Then came the growls, faint at first. Then rising. Hungry. Alert. Zaiper's eyes moved slowly, terribly, from the door toward them. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Findnøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Two pairs of inhuman eyes stared back at him: bright, wide, and awake. They looked at him like a hungry wolf eyeing a wounded rabbit. His own beast inside him groaned, sensing an unfathomable danger. The worst danger. Both wild creatures stood up. Zaiper shook his head fiercely.

"No... no, no, wait!" They lunged at him. IN LIGHT AND RETRIBUTION Daemonikai lingered outside the dungeon hallway until he heard the first spine-chilling scream from Zaiper. Only then did he step away from the hallway. Soon, the sounds faded. Almost regret. He had ordered the guards to move Zaiper to the deepest, most fortified cell to ensure that his torture wouldn't disturb the peace of the Citadel. But now, for the first time, he wondered if it had been wise to do so. Lᴀtɛst chᴀptɛrs in gąlnovels.cøm When he arrived in his bedroom, the scene that greeted him made him pause.

There, on the sofa, Emeriel, embraced by gentle sleep, held her son, Daesovxscar, against her chest. His tiny mouth had detached from her breast, and milk splashed onto the taut, dark nipple, still exposed to the cool air. Her arms cradled him, even in her slumber. Daemonikai's mouth went dry. He was not a man who would steal food from his child-he never had-but in recent days, the thought had settled in his mind like an open scroll. It was the only thing he could think about. . . .