That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 284

Chapter 284 

SECOND TO LAST CHAPTER OF PART 3 

In Greyrock, he stood by his window, a huge smile on his swollen face as Emeriel’s tortured screams pierced the night. 

He savored every pained cry. 

Now this is more like it. This is how it should be. 

They truly believed they could have happiness? Zaiper snorted in derision. 

“I have ruined everything,” he said with glee. “Daemonikai will never forgive himself for tonight. Even if she survives, I have shattered this nonsense between them once and for all.” 

His laugh was one of triumph. 

“He is the mad king.” Zaiper muttered menacingly. “He will always be the mad king.” 

Another chilling laugh came from him. 

“Maybe this will finally open our people’s eyes. If he cannot control himself–if he can hurt the woman he claimed to care for so much, the one he dared to introduce to court–then perhaps they will finally see he is a lost cause.” 

The idea delighted him. 

Yes, let them see their glorious king for what he is. A broken, dangerous beast. 

“I will have the grand throne after all. Why did I not think of this plan sooner?” 

His hand brushed against his throbbing cheek, and he winced at a sharp pain from the swelling. 

Fuck, his entire face hurt. It almost dulled his joy. 

Almost. 

How could it, when Daemonikai’s woman’s screams rang this high in the air. Like music to the ears. 

The drumrolls of victory. 

“The girl does make the most delightful sounds,” Grand Lord Zaiper mused wistfully. “Pity I didn’t get to taste her back when she was just a slave. She would have felt divine beneath me, taking my cock.” 

The thought excited him. Perhaps, one day, he may still get his chance. 

Then, his smile dimmed a little. I have bedded countless women in search of an heir and got nothing. Yet, one heat with her, and Daemonikai almost becomes a father again. 

Ridiculous. 

Daemonikai’s luck is absurd. 

“Thank the gods for that blessed miscarriage sweeping the little shit away.” His smile returned. “A timely miracle.” The gods, after all, were on his side. 

Behind him, the sound of heeled footwear clicked on the floor. 

“I brought ointment for your face, My Lord.” Gaille’s voice broke through. 

She stepped to his side, uncapped the bottle, and soaked a cotton ball with the liquid. Pressing it gently to his swollen cheek. “This will sting.” 

Zaiper hissed through clenched teeth, but Gaille’s touch remained gentle. It was one of the reasons she was his favorite mistress. Not only was she skilled in bed, but she also had a rare, nurturing streak that he found tolerable. 

The screams outside suddenly cut off, leaving a huge silence in its wake. 

Zaiper grunted, unwilling to respond.