Page 23 of The Princess In A 'Prince' Disguise

The people believed the beast was locked behind the gates, unable to escape. But in truth, it stayed there because it wanted to.

Inside, the room was completely dark. Pitch black to humans and young Urekai.

But to someone as ancient as Vladya, with his heightened vision, it was as clear as daylight. The space was vast and mostly empty, with no decorations.

His eyes landed on the girl. She lay curled protectively into herself, unmoving.

As he stepped closer, the beast’s scent reached his nose. His own beast stirred inside him, growling at the presence.

Vladya turned toward the huge, powerful form of the king beast, its yellow eyes locked on him. The beast growled, stepping closer.

Vladya stood still, forcing himself to stay calm and unthreatening, trying to appear as harmless as possible. If the beast sensed danger, it would attack. And as a mindless creature, Daemonikai surely would.

It had happened before, leaving Vladya with scars that reminded him he had lost his best friend forever.

The beast circled him, its movements slow and predatory, showing its annoyance at Vladya’s presence in its territory.

Stopping in front of Vladya, it loomed close, towering over him. Then, leaning in, its snout extended, the king beast waited.It wanted to assert dominance.

Vladya’s own beast growled angrily inside him, furious at the challenge. But holding back his beast and every alpha instinct, Vladya lowered his head and tilted it to the side in submission.

The feral beast pressed its snout against Vladya’s neck, sniffing deeply. Unsatisfied, it released aggressive pheromones, trying to provoke Vladya’s beast.

Vladya shut his eyes tightly, enduring the sharp, needle-like pain in every part of his body. He did not respond.

Finally, the beast seemed satisfied. It pulled back, turned, and walked back to its favorite spot behind another set of iron bars.

The danger was avoided.

Vladya exhaled deeply, his tension fading. Turning, he moved toward the girl, planning to lift her lifeless body. But as he got closer, he stopped.

She was still breathing.

He could see bloodstains and bruises around her private area, but she was alive...in one piece.What in the world?

Looking closer, he noticed grab marks, burns from the beast’s snout, and other bruises all over her body. Yet, aside from those, the girl wasunharmed.

Vladya had not expected this. Shock froze him in place.

When a Urekai beast went feral, the instinct to kill was so strong that some believed it was even greater than both bloodlust and sexual need.

A wild beast’s touch always led to death. No matter what it did, the end result was always...death.

Even if she had survived, Vladya thought he would find her torn into pieces. But here she was, whole.

And she had been in this chamber all night.How was this possible?

Vladya glanced at the beast. Its yellow eyes, still empty of recognition, glared at him. Then he looked back at the girl on the floor. How is this happening?

A small flicker of hope stirred inside him. Vladya pushed it away.

It had taken him a hundred years to accept that his best friend’s mind was gone forever. And it had taken additional months of healing from the near-fatal wounds the same beast had given him to make that realization final.

Do not do this to yourself again, Vladya. Daemonikai is gone.He had the scars to prove it.

Bending down, Vladya carefully picked up the unconscious girl. His eyes were drawn to her left arm, which had more bruises than the rest of her body.

It had multiple grab marks and snout burns. The beast had repeatedly pressed its nose to her arm, smelling her scent there more than anywhere else.

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