That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 351

Chapter 351
Author's Note.

Now that I’ve finally wrapped up this series, it’s update season, baby! This author needs to speed things up and finish strong—because vacation is calling, and she has earned it. And you, my incredible readers? You’ve been so patient… you’ve earned it too!

So buckle up! Expect frequent updates, back-to-back chapters every few hours, and all the juicy moments as we race toward the end. Let’s bring this story to its grand finale over the next few days!

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Something dark was brewing in Daemonikai’s chest. Something that demanded blood.

In a blink, he moved. One moment he stood on the dais; the next, he was where Zaiper stood. Only to find empty air.

The court gasped.

Zaiper was already across the hall, beside Aekeira seizing her, yanking her from her seat, one arm locking tightly around her throat as he dragged her into the open.

“What the hell are you doing, Grand Lord Zaiper?!” High Lord Jakal shouted, leaping to his feet, several other high lords following.

“Sit your asses down!” Zaiper barked right back. “If not, I will gut her where she stands!”

Aekeira choked back a cry, arms coming up protectively around her belly. Emeriel had gone pale as a ghost.

“You think I fear dying?!” Zaiper spat. “You may kill me, but I'll take her with me! Her and the seed she carries! Try me!” His glare swept the room, stopping on Daemonikai. “I dare anyone to unleash their pheromones on me! I feel so much as a sizzle of it, and I gut her like a fish!”

“We should kill him anyway!” High Lord Belzebob’s yellow beast-eyes glowed. “He ended the lives of our people! Our children and loved ones! We kill him now and damn the consequences!”

He wasn’t alone; many of the high lords were showing signs of their beasts breaking through. Daemonikai understood their fury and grief, their thirst for justice. He felt it all too.

It pulsed through him, burning away reason. Feeding the growing thing.

Kill him! Damn reason and tear him apart. Start with his eyes and rip them from his skull!

“Daemon, please.”

Vladya’s voice was distant.

Daemonikai tuned him out. All he saw was Zaiper’s yellow form. The male was too alive. Too breathing.

Break the hands he used to betray and shatter the legs that carried him to treachery! Beat him with his own flesh! Make him choke on his own screams! KILL THE TRAITOR!

Daemonikai took one step to lunge.

“My sister! Beloved, please don’t!” Emeriel’s frantic, pleading voice stopped him.

Anger came. Why? Why was his female protecting this vile thing?

Not him, her sister, a different voice in him, not of rage but of reason. Her pregnant sister's life is in danger. She carries your best friend’s child.

Fuck.

FUCK!

His yellow vision began to clear. The tsunami of wrath starting to retreat. Sinking back… just under the tides.

“The big bad beast gets it under control.” Zaiper’s laughed. “Considering how mad you are in the head I’m surprised you managed to overpower the voices.” His fingers squeezed around the princess’s neck choking her. “Who else wants to try?! Call forth your beasts! I’ll take her with me!”

“Zaiper! Release her. Now.” Vladya’s voice was that of his beast, but he did not move.

“Stand down! Everyone!” Daemonikai roared, infusing the voice of his own beast and his authority as the grand king.

The lords hesitated, rage and bloodlust oozing from them.

Swirling, Daemonikai slammed his fist into the wall, cracks spiderwebbing outward from the point of impact. “EVERYONE! Take your damn seats, now!”

They returned to their places, sullenly, the hall going lethal quiet.

Daemonikai brushed his eyes over them all. “No one attacks the traitor. No one.” He turned to Zaiper. “Let her go.”

“Now that’s more like it.” He stopped choking her but still held her captive before him like a shield. “But do you truly think I’m fool enough to let her go until I’m safely beyond these walls? Come now, Daemonikai. You do not honestly think I’m that stupid, do you?”