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

his head to the side, deep in thought. His hand inside Emeriel's

banded breasts.

her

his features, and he fixed Emeriel with a

anything

moment hung

Moors, atop Vacant Hill, you shall find my abole overlooking the winding Serpent's Creek. Seek me

What had he done?

Vladya composed his response to the letter from Azrael, the werewolf

unfamiliar experience. He had never experienced such difficulty

a trade agreement between their realms. That alone should have demanded his

mind waivered

to strip for

him to the extent where he felt like a taut string, vibrating with suppressed rage, infuriated him greatly Why would the flirtatious words of

directed at you?" a

Lord Vladya clenched his teeth.

For it was preferable to the arousal that simmered

naked body invaded his thoughts, vivid as daylight. She possessed an alluring beauty

to bespell Zaiper. To enchant

because she was a

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

by fantasies of what they desired

Vladya understood their struggle.

clench his fists tightly to resist the temptation to grab her when she undressed. Worst of all,

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

take females to his bed whenever he pleased, but his

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when Aekeim

Grand Lord Zaiper's pleasure-filled groans reached Vladya's ears. Followed by

Grand Lord Ontai called, looking at

then that Vladya realized he had ceased writing and had