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Fast. We reached a tiny opening in the rocks, a cave hidden from view. I pushed him inside first, following quickly, and pressed my back against the wall, listening for any signs that they had followed us. The king collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily, his hand clutching his side. “I don’t think... I can make it.” He whispered between ragged breaths. I knelt down beside him, trying to keep my voice steady. “You’ll be fine. Just keep breathing. I’ve got you.”

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

Just as his hand slips inside her pants, a click clack noise is made on the shiny floor by expensive shoes. It was a calm walk, but it extruded dominance. It was full of aura and confidence, the slow but heavy clacks were screaming of presence. Most of all, it radiated one thing. Power. Mateo Hernández. The Mafia Prince.

the prince's voice became deeper and a bit ominous as his eyes began glowing a fiery red. “No my lord, I’m just…” She wasn’t able to finish her sentence as she winced from the sudden sting that she felt in her hand when the Black Knight’s claw dug deep in her palm. At first, she tried to endure the pain, not wanting to bend down to the man’s whim but in the end, she lost as a whimper immediately came out of her as blood started to trickle down her hand. Karilaya was unable to hide her tears and sobs as she felt the sting in her hand. That somehow awakened the prince from the sort of trance that he was in, quickly letting go of her hand.

In the blink of an eye, a blur of white motion materialized in front of Prince Xiao Chuan. *Thud.* A palm struck the Prince’s face with bone-rattling force. Before he could react, a boot slammed into his chest, sending him skidding across the cobblestones. Xiao Chuan coughed, spitting out a mouthful of crimson. "Serena Blackwood! You bitch! You dare touch me?" But as the Prince roared, blood and saliva sprayed through the air. His voice carried a strange whistle. His front teeth were gone. The crowd gasped, their eyes snapping to the ground. There, lying in a pool of royal blood, were the Prince’s incisors.

It is all a game of luck, because I don’t think I stand out from these women in any way. The prince walks back and drops into a high seat in front of us and motions to the male beside him. He nods and walks to the first female, grabbing her sleeve and ripping it. The sound of the tear is loud and I watch with wide eyes as she is escorted to the waiting prince and her hand held out. Keeping his eyes on her, he lowers his mouth to her wrist and he bites in. Her blood leaks out and spills, ruby red against the stark white walls and floors. The prince gulps it down while the female shudders with pleasure and my stomach turns. The tasting.

He grabbed the prince by the collar, dragged him by the neck, and threw him outside, not caring about his royal status, his eyes filled with hatred. Augustus’ expression was indifferent. He strode forward, an oppressive aura exuding from him. The process was filled with so much fright that the prince ended up wetting himself. “If you want to deal with me, you can. But daring to mess with a whole team of soldiers and sending them to their death for a measly king of country status—you deserve death.” Augustus raised his fist. Immediately, a rain of punches landed on the prince, and in just a few minutes, the prince’s face had swollen like a pig, and he had become completely unrecognizable, so

Each sound Caelum made fed the chamber with something half-sacred, half-obscene. “Or so you were told,” Velis murmured. His voice was almost gentle now, though it struck like a knife. “And yet here you are. His eyes. His defiance. His blood resisting my cruelty as no mortal ever could.” He leaned close, lips brushing Caelum’s ear. “Perhaps you do not even know what you are.” The prince gasped through clenched teeth, his voice shredded but still iron. “I am the son of Ashan. I am the enemy you could not kill. I will never be yours.”

So much chatter! "Hey, demon man!!!" I called attention to him. But the fool didn't turn around. "Hey! You're the one who's feeling like a Prince here!! He hasn't turned to the demon yet. Thick!!" I shouted at him, he immediately turned around so I immediately punched him twice. One by one in my fists. "Oh?! And who the hell are you?!" he asked as he wiped the side of his bleeding lip with his hand. What?! "Hey, I should be asking you that. Who do you think you are huh?!" I said while slapping him twice and I also quickly kicked him in the knee after kicking his balls so that he was directly down and still gaping.

Theodore curled his body on the floor in severe pain as he was beaten all over. He could feel the mocking gaze of the rest demons. "I surrender" he cried out in pain. Devon kicked him a few more times before leaving. "Crown prince? What a joke. How can such a weakling be the crown prince." Devon sneered down at him where he lay on the floor. Theodore closed his eyes as he passed out, Devon was right, he was such a weakling.