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

"I am delighted that everyone is here, for I shall

a single, powerful hand. The feral ripped Boris's shoulder-eff, then the other, leaving the slave

and crunching bone echoed As Boris screamed in agony,

of horror filled the

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

a victorious roar, before tossing it aside. It landed with

reverberated through the night as they scattered in all directions. In the aftermath, only the grand lords remained, their

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and wariness.

the beast now. Let us shift!"

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and we assume

our actions agitate it further and force it to engage? We would

two not hear yourselves? Why would a feral not engage us-oh..." Lord Zaiper's words died in his throat as he saw the beast turn and

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 to a halt. He lowered her

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

her chances of escaping through the

heat contraction

knees. A scream,

pulling away the tattered remains of her clothes until she lay naked and vulnerable on the

grand lords might return. Any moment, she might be

herself to care. The dangers distant, muted against the raging storm within

mounted. For the first time, she craved it. Not due to the mindless compulsion of

For the last time.

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