That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

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Chapter 40

EMERIEL

Arkeita was right.

They had to find a way to escape this wretched, hellish place.

The thought pounded relentlessly through Emeriel's head as he witnessed the lords molesting his sister. He fought back tears, his hands curling into tight fists.

Bile rose to his throat as he observed the way they manhandled Ackeira.

He had to keep his feet planted on the floor, resisting the urge to storim towards them in an attempt to save his sister. Such an act would likely result in both of them being executed.

Once again. Ackeira had risked everything, putting herself in harm's way to protect him. To keep him from harm's way.

When would Emeriel have the opportunity to repay her? To truly save her?

Why did his courageous sister always bear the burden of sacrifice while he cowered in fear like a craven?

Emeriel gripped his tunic, squeezing it tightly. "I am so sorry, Keira," he whispered, his voice trembling.

Grand Lord Ottai seemed indifferent, merely observing the entertainment with a detached amusement, his feast spread before him. Meanwhile, Grand Lord Vladya remained engrossed in his writings, his attention solely focused on the scroll in front of him

Unlike the other lords who indulged in food, drink, and pleasures, Vladya abstained, his expression inscrutable.

A sudden movement at the corner of Emeriel's eye caught his attention. A lord approached, undoubtedly intending to "inspect him. Instinctively, Emeriel took a step back. But was that too suspicious? He halted

The lord drew nearer, locking eyes with Emeriel. Handsome and youthful, he bore the typical Urekai appearance. Circling him like a predator, the lord stopped in front of Emerie He reached around to cup Emeriel's backside. "Soft," the lord muttered, furrowing his brows. "Too soft"

Then, the lord's hand slipped beneath Emeriel's tunic, encountering the bindings that concealed his true identity. The lord froze.

Emeriel held his breath. Their eyes locked. While confusion clourled the lord's gaze, Emeriel's was filled with panic. Gradually, understanding dawned in the lord's gaze, realizing that the person before him was not truly a man. "Please, I beg of you, my lord, do not expose me, Emericl blurted out, desperation tinging his words. "I implore you. Please help me

the side, deep in

banded breasts.

her

he

lord, I will the anything please, Emeriel pleaded,

hung suspended

took a step back. Rond the Moors, atop Vacant Hill, you shall find my abole overlooking the winding Serpent's Creek. Seek me out before the third night."

What had he done?

response to the letter from Azrael, the werewolf king, he found himself

He had never

of the letter concerned a trade agreement between their realms. That alone should

his mind waivered to

to strip

where he felt like a taut string, vibrating with

directed at you?" a voice

clenched his

his anger. For it was preferable

vivid as daylight. She possessed an

was no wonder she had attempted to bespell Zaiper. To enchant them with the magic that was her body's

it because she was

porcelain, beautifully sculpted and curvaceous. A true masterpiece, captivating every lord's attention to the point where they were unable to tear

minds consumed by fantasies of what they

Vladya understood their struggle.

the temptation to grab her when she undressed. Worst of

had remained dormant in many ways. After he lost his soul, he felt

sway over the beast within him. Vladya could take females to his bed whenever he pleased, but his beast remained indifferent, unconcerned

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tonight, when Aekeim

good." Grand Lord Zaiper's pleasure-filled groans

called,

was then that Vladya realized he had ceased writing