All Chapters of That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

Emeriel dipped her fingers into the clay bowl again, coating them with the warmed oil, and began smoothing them over his shoulders once more.“At least that answers the question of why he was not broken like the rest of us. I always cut him some slack because he lost his beloved brother. I never would have thought him involved.” Daemonikai shook his head. “I watched those two grow. They were brothers every step of the way—loved and cared for each other. I cannot believe Zaiper killed Kristoff.”“As if that were not enough, he wove dark magic into my mind. Had the Oracle not dragged the truth into light… how much longer would he have gone on without being caught?”Emeriel had her own regrets.She had suspected him. In the past, Emeriel had repeatedly pondered how humans had executed such complex plans without aid. The plan had been too successful. But then her personal problems had gotten in the way and overtaken her focus.I should have told you. Even without evidence or knowing the m

Many of you already know why we have gathered here today.”Grand King Daemonikai stood at the center of the Court of Duty, hands clasped behind his back, face as hard as steel. “A week ago, we uncovered a truth that has shaken the very foundation of our kingdom, of our species. A betrayal, buried beneath centuries of ignorance and complacency, has come to light. One of our own—a grand ruler—committed the ultimate treachery. A sin so grave it has stained the legacy of our kind.”The court was packed to its edges. Every tier of the vast amphitheater occupied. High Lords, lesser lords, clan chiefs, the eldest of their noble lines. None had dared to be absent. All eyes were on their grand king.“Zaiper Thoryk Dragaxlov has disgraced this kingdom,” Daemonikai said, his voice unflinching, “He has tainted the Grand Throne and shamed the Dragaxlov name. His betrayal has cast dishonor upon his clan, upon the North, upon his people. And for his crimes, there shall be no refuge.”His eyes met al

“Huh?”High Lord Herodis was still smiling. How could he not? He had not heard that name in so long, he was not even certain he’d heard it correctly now.“Process it,” the Grand King said mildly, folding his arms across his chest. “I will wait.”“Process what? I do not understa—”And then it struck him. He called me Gustazlion. Dragaxlov.Herodis went pale. “I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re speaking of Your Grace.”“Oh, you do.” King Daemonikai’s voice was quiet, but implacable. “The Oracle told me of a youngling who buried his heritage beneath another name. Who wore a new life simply to survive.”Herod’s back went ramrod straight. “I do not go by that name. In fact, I have not been addressed by it in over two millennia. It does not exist to me.”“Perhaps it’s time it starts meaning something to you again.” The Grand King walked to the nearest couch, lowering himself onto it. Crossing his legs, he added, “The Northern Throne needs its ruler.”“With all due respect, my Grace, I mu

Aekeira gravely worried about the toil it was taking on him.“Here.” She patted the space beside her. “Come lie with me. Please.”“I still have work to finish in the study. You need your sleep.”“You can finish tomorrow.” Her other hand moved to rest lightly on her stomach, where their unborn child stirred. “Tonight, come lie with me. With us. Our little one is restless, and he needs his father.”Vladya’s fierce protectiveness flared in his eyes. She saw his resistance crumble, and without another word, he stepped inside, closing the door behind him.How attentive he was about their child did things to her, and while Aekeira felt guilt for using it to coax him into bed, her male needed rest.Since Zaiper had taken her hostage to escape, Vladya had become downright suffocating. There were bodyguards at her side every moment of the day. He denied her leave of the fortress grounds outright. His beast was closer to the surface than ever before, always attuned to her, always scenting her.

Hours later, Daemonikai sat in the reclining chair of his bedchamber, freshly washed, freshly bandaged, and clothed in clean linens. Faiwick had done a thorough job—curbed the bleeding, cleaned the wounds meticulously, and stitched them with care. The pain remained, but the worst had passed.Daemonikai’s eyes were closed, though sleep remained out of reach. The voices had quieted for now, but his head throbbed like the devils. Still, the silence and solitude served him well. He would take whatever peace he could find.He was still furious with Vladya. That had not changed, and he’d already made a mental note to plant a well-deserved punch in the male’s gut the next time they crossed paths.But truth was truth.Vladya was right.The thirst to kill was becoming impossible to ignore. And the more he fed that hunger, the closer he got to Madness Land. He knew the path, had walked it before. After Alvin died in his arms, after he found Myka and Evie’s lifeless bodies, he’d begun to spiral—