That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 242

Dizziness washed over Daemonikai, a throbbing headache the size of a warship pounding through his skull. 

The poison could stay in his body far longer than in Emeriel’s, long enough to secure the antidote. Hopefully. 

Are you truly well?” Worry touched Vladya’s voice. 

“My head feels as though it’s trying to split in two,” Daemonikai admitted. “But that’s to be expected” 

“Who would do this? Vladya wondered, his brow furrowed “Do you have any suspicions?” 

“I’m going to confront Zaiper.” he repeated. 

Vladya’s eyes sharpened. “You really believe he could be involved?” 

“I don’t know, but I will start from him.” Daemonikai forced himself upright, a boiling rage building inside him. “Afterward, I’m returning to the site of the attack. If these inept fools can’t find a trace, I’ll track the one responsible myself.” 

“I’m coming with you.” 

“No” Daemonikai put on his robes slowly, his insides rolling, “I need you here, with her. I’ll be back.” 

Vladya’s concern deepened. “You’re unwell, Daemon. I know how these confrontations of yours tend to go. Are you certain you’re up to this?” 

He walked to the door, stopped, and threw a look over his shoulder. “I can take care of Zaiper. I’m sick, not dead.” 

Crossing the intersection, Daemonikai entered Greyrock, his guards following behind. Every step he took away from Emeriel hammered home how close he had come to losing her tonight. 

Since when had his kingdom become so unsafe that assassins dared to strike within the heart of Ravenshadow fortress? First himself, now Emeriel 

Word of his approach must have spread quickly, for soldiers scrambled to clear his path, moving with haste, their expressions tense, and all workers vanished into their posts. 

Storming into the royal residence, he saw Zaiper waiting at his door, a guarded expression in his eyes. 

“Your Grace. I heard what happened, and I want you to know that my men are also searching for the culprit.” he said. 

“I require privacy, Zaiper.” Daemonikai’s tone was icily calm. “See to it.” 

The grand lord’s eyes widened slightly, hesitation crossing his face. 

Darmonikai’s eyes bored into his, daring him to refuse. But Zaiper nodded, leading him inside, dismissing the remaining guards in the hall. 

Once alone, Darmonikai seized him by the collar, slamming hit against the nearest wall with enough force to drive the breath from his lungs, holding him suspended. 

“What is the meaning of this Zaiper choked out, struggling for air. 

How dare you attempt to kill her?” Daemonikai snapped. “How are you, Zaiper?” 

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Chapter 242 

Chapter 242 

Dizziness washed over Daemonikai, a throbbing headache the size of a warship pounding through his skull. The poison could stay in his body far longer than in Emeriel’s, long enough to secure the antidote. Hopefully. “Are you truly well?” Worry touched Vladya’s voice. 

“My head feels as though it’s trying to split in two,” Daemonikai admitted. “But that’s to be expected. 

“Who would do this?” Vladya wondered, his brow furrowed. “Do you have any suspicions?” 

“I’m going to confront Zaiper.” he repeated. 

Vladya’s eyes sharpened. “You really believe he could be involved?” 

“I don’t know, but I will start from him.” Daemonikai forced himself upright, a boiling rage building inside him. “Afterward, I’m returning to the site of the attack. If these inept fools can’t find a trace, I’ll track the one responsible myself.” 

“I’m coming with you.” 

“No.” Daemonikai put on his robes slowly, his insides rolling. “I need you here, with her. I’ll be back.” 

Vladya’s concern deepened. “You’re unwell, Daemon. I know how these confrontations of yours tend to go. Are you certain you’re up to this?” 

He walked to the door, stopped, and threw a look over his shoulder. “I can take care of Zaiper. I’m sick, not dead.” 

Crossing the intersection, Daemonikai entered Greyrock, his guards following behind. Every step he took away from Emeriel hammered home how close he had come to losing her tonight. 

Since when had his kingdom become so unsafe that assassins dared to strike within the heart of Ravenshadow fortress? First himself, now Emeriel. 

Word of his approach must have spread quickly, for soldiers scrambled to clear his path, moving with haste, their expressions tense, and all workers vanished into their posts. 

Storming into the royal residence, he saw Zaiper waiting at his door, a guarded expression in his eyes. 

“Your Grace. I heard what happened, and I want you to know that my men are also searching for the culprit.” he said. 

“I require privacy, Zaiper.” Daemonikai’s tone was icily calm. “See to it.” 

The grand lord’s eyes widened slightly, hesitation crossing his face. 

Daemonikai’s eyes bored into his, daring him to refuse. But Zaiper nodded, leading him inside, dismissing the remaining guards in the hall. 

Once alone, Daemonikai seized him by the collar, slamming him against the nearest wall with enough force to drive the breath from his lungs, holding him suspended. 

“What is the meaning of this-“Zaiper choked out, struggling for air 

“How dare you attempt to kill her?” Daemonikai snapped. “How dare you, Zalper? 

“I would never!” he gasped, clawing at Daemonikai’s hand. “Release me, so we can discuss this→→ 

The grand king slammed him against the wall yet again. “If I find out you had a part in this, I will tear into you like meat in a slaughterhouse, shred you into a hundred tiny pieces, and scatter your remains all over the city,” he stated matter–of–factly. leaning closer. “I’ll give you a taste of a part of me I suppressed a long time ago.” 

Fear flashed on Zaiper’s enraged face, but he quickly hid it. “Let me go, Daemon, let me go right now! 

With that, he released Zaiper, who dropped like a rag doll. As he gasped for breath, Daemonikai stepped back with casual indifference. 

“You have no right to barge into my home and harass me this way!” he roared. “You have no right-” 

“Bring him forth, I dare you, you fool,” he challenged, his voice soft yet merciless. “Let your beast come out to play.” 

“Or better still, maybe I should go all the way.” Daemonikai smirked, “If I were to harass you, the least I could do is do it thoroughly.” 

Zaiper went rigid, trembling as he fought not to give in to the alpha command. 

That resistance though, wracked him with torturous pain. “Don” he started hoarsely. 

Daemonikai flooded him with more, increasing the pressure. Ba spike of pain split his skull due to that damned poison 

Daemonikai pressed harder. “This is what harassment looks like aiper.” 

A faint ripple slithered into the grand king. When he realized what it was, he snorted 

“Is that your attempt to challenge me with your own pheromone?” Daemonikal’s voice was a low, deadly grow! 

“Give it up, little boy: Daemonikal mocked, cracking his neck. u’ll only bring more pain upon yourself. You may be strong, Zaiper, but you are no match for me. 

Daemonikal may be laidback, but no one got away with this blat challenge–No one-