Page 108 of The Slave in A Princess Disguise

This time, Daemonikai was ready.

Taking a half-shift as well, he met Vladya's feral rage with his own controlled savagery. Vladya’s beast was in control, fighting to kill him and Daemonikai did not hold back.

He fought not just to subdue but to reach the man within. And when he finally did, forcing Vladya back to his human form, hisown beast was almost harder to control—enjoying the violence, demanding a complete shift.

Vladya might have stopped attempting to rip his head off, but he still had a wild look on.

"Let us tackle your sexlust, shall we?" Daemonikai's voice was rough, barely controlled. "Come in."

The Urekai maids entered cautiously, eyeing the grand lord, now seated on the edge of the bed, muscles coiled tight like a cobra waiting to strike. Their eyes widened in unison, and they quickly bared their throats.

Vladya was upon them in an instant, scenting their necks.

Pupils dilated, claws flexing as he inhaled each one, moving from female to female with increasing agitation and frustration. By the time he'd reached the last one, he was snarling. Claws elongated, poised to strike.

His pheromones were so suffocatingly aggressive they had the females on their knees, a trembling, whimpering mess.

Hades,these ladies were not what he wanted. They weren’ther.

Even in this near-feral state, Vladya's beast craved a specific female.

Daemonikai had no idea what to make of that. He quickly herded the terrified females before Vladya lost what little control he had left and spilled their blood.

Back inside the bedchamber, his puzzled eyes trailed Vladya. Whoever this girl was, she had her claws in him deeper than Daemonikai had thought.Who is she?

"Your Grace?" A cautious voice interrupted his thoughts.

Daemonikai turned to find Yaz standing in the doorway, his expression tight with worry. The male had lingered all day, hovering like a shadow, clearly concerned for his master’s wellbeing.

Walking out, Daemonikai closed the door behind him.

"What is it, Yaz?" he asked, tiredly.

"I know the girl my master wants."

Daemonikai’s head snapped up. "What do you know?"

"She works here in Blackstone. I know where to find her," the stoic soldier said quietly.

"A maid?"

Yaz shook his head, hesitating. "A slave. Human."

The air between them stilled. They were standing out in the open, but the silence was so thick that a pin drop would have echoed through the halls. "Say what now?"

“Yes, Your Grace. She’s a newly acquired slave," Yaz explained. "Barely a year ago. Lord Vladya and Lord Ottai traveled to the human kingdom to acquire her and her brother to serve your beast."

That wasn’t news to him, Ottai had told him of this journey. What was completely unexpected was the surrounding implications.

The idea that Vladya, emotionally detached, always-in-control Vladya, was drawn to ahumangirl, enough for his severed beast to fixate on her, was... staggering.

He glanced at Yaz. "Bring this girl to me."

Yaz bowed and turned on his heel. Just as he vanished down the corridor, Ottai rounded the corner.

"Your Grace. I was at Frostfall, only to be informed you were here. There are matters I wish to discu—" Ottai cut off abruptly, his attention snapping to the low, rumbling growl coming from inside the chamber. A trace of worry crossed his face as he moved closer, his eyes finding Daemonikai’s. "How is he?"

"You knew." Daemonikai's voice was flat, accusatory.

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