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

Captive Slave 91

Chapter 91

EMERIEL

Follow me. Grand Lord Vladya called over his shoulder, before he rushed after the beast.

Emeriel hurried after him, his heart in his throat. Part of him full a sense of relief. The beast had noticed that scent. He was going to hunt it down

But Emeriel was terrified as he ran to keep up with Lord Vlady long strides. Fear of the unknown gripped him. Oh gods, the slave master would reveal Emeriel's secrets tonight during the confrontation, wouldn't he? Shout it across the land so everyone, including Lord Vladya, would hear that Emeriel was, in fact, a girl?

He stopped to scratch his arm, as he'd done three times already. Emeriel recognized the signs of his approaching heat cycle early this time. He was about to go into heat again.

Head raised to the sky, he whispered, "Please, let it be a mini-heat, not a full heat."

Despite his racing heart and his hands slick with sweat, Emeriel an as fast as he could, catching glimpses of Lord Vladya as he turned corners, still tracking the beast's scent. His training in Navia kicked in. If there was one thing Emeriel excelled at it was running. He was swift on his feet.

He heard Lord Vladya send a soldier to the eastern wings to fetch Grand Lord Outal Screams rose in the distance, rising

called behind above the pounding of Emeriel's pulse. Chaos spread like wildfire through the village. Soon, 2 sm their voices a loudness of terror and curiosity as they wondered where the beast was headed.

By the time Emeriel caught up with Lord Vladya, he was breathless, and they had ventured quite far in the fortress. They stood before a small hut not far from the tavern, where another gathering had formed. Grand Lord Zaiper had also arrived. completing the assembly of grand lords. And there, in front of the hut, stood the beast.

A strangled cry, laced with raw terror, ripped through the air. "What is going on-Holy Ukrae Master Boris's voice reached Emeriel before the male stumbled out of the house. The slave master's face was drained of color, eyes wide with a primal fear as he took in the sight of the raging, panting beast in front of his home. Never had Emeriel imagined he'd witness such stark terror contort Master Boris's features.

Master Boris's gaze whipped through the small crowd with frantic desperation, finally landing on Emeriel like a hawk seizing its prey. "You wretched creature! You betrayed me? After explicitly warned you not to?"

Oh, to hell with this. He was done fearing him.)

Emeriel glared daggers in his direction. Do your worst, stupid fool

Boris raged. "I am delighted that

hand.

crunching bone echoed As Boris screamed in agony, his Junts

of horror filled the air, faces

was not done. The slave master's legs were next; a wet, meaty sound followed as they

swiftly severed Boris's head from his shoulders, raised it high into the air, and let out a victorious roar,

scattered in all directions. In the

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and wariness.

the beast now. Let us shift!" Lord Zaiper

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intention of attacking, and we assume a fighting stance by shifting, we would be provoking

actions agitate it further and force it to engage? We would be endangering

not engage us-oh..." Lord Zaiper's words died in his throat as he saw

and stopped. A hush fell over the assembly of grand lords as they watched the beast touch the boy's face in a gentle caress. In a move that defied all logic, the feral scooped the boy up, and placed him upon its hunking shoulder, then lumbered away. Back to the towers of Ravenshadow. Emeriel held her breath, rigid as stone, as the beast entered the forbidden chambers and came

he'd killed Master Boris, fear lawed at Emeriel's insides. A relentless, icy dread seeping

chances of escaping

contraction

her to her knees. A scream, raw

shredding them away. This time, Emeriel helped, quickly pulling away the tattered remains of her clothes until

open. Soldiers might charge in, the grand lords might return. Any

dangers distant, muted against the

to the mindless compulsion of her

For the last time.

impulse to fight, no instinct to flee. Worse, another urge twisted within her. To bare her neck, to