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

Captive Slave 97

Chapter 97

EMERIEL

Emeriel's body screamed with exhaustion.

Every rasping breath seared his lungs, every step sent tremors through his leaden limbs. Yet he ran, propelled by the blind instinct to survive.

"Damn, wish we had kept the arrow!" an assassin's voice grated behind him, followed by the ominous whisper of steel sliding

free.

Emeriel reacted without thought, a desperate lurch to the side, barely evading the unseen blade.

So close, almost there....

He never saw the hands that seized him. One moment he was running, the next a vise-like grip yanked him off his feet.

His scream choked off as he dangled, kicking uselessly against the tremendous strength. A chilling laugh echoed in his ear.

"Got you at last, pretty prince," his captor hissed, a venomous glee in the words.

"Let me go!" Emeriel shrieked, his voice cracking. The beast. hell tear you apart if you touch met Dont-

"Silenice, wretch! Do you really think you're special to our feral king?" the soldier barked into Emeriel's ear. "I will slit your throat and see how precious you are then!" The now-familiar urge returned.

A persistent rush just like that fateful day in court. This time, Emeriel did not fight it. He surrendered.

"My beloved, I need your help. My beloved, please help me," Emeriel's desperate cries echoed against the cold stone walls.

His voice trembled with fear and dread. What if the beast does not answer his plea?

"What the hell is he saying?" one of them cackled.

A roar filled the air. It tore through the silence like a guttural explosion that seemed to shake the very foundations of the fortress.

name

"Gods above...

desperate to pinpoint the source of the sound. "Could that

a fool, the one holding Emeriel barked. "Let us get this boy out

ear-splitting snarlipped through the air, followed

preserve us, breathed another soldier, his voice

the stone floor, But the beast was a blur of muscle and fury, cutting them off with lightning

whirlwind of claws and teeth, each strike tearing flesh

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surged numbing his senses. He'd

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the beast killed the last of its attackers, Emeriel

choked out, burying his face in the creature's

ebb away. A gentle nudge from his massive head, accompanied

tight with emotion. Tears welled up in his eyes. "They're going to kill you tomorrow, and I... I cannot bear it. I refuse to believe you are as mindless as they say. I

his feet but did not release its hold. Emeriel did not

know how to reach you, he murmured, his

its gaze slowly

heart

tell me something?" Helplessness mingled with desperate hope. "I wish I could

he felt

a tingling warmth followed. Emeriel yearned, with a sudden, fierce

the vulnerable curve of his neck. "Drink," he rasped, "Please, I want you to... to drink from

invitation. A rough tongue

had begun to

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in the shadows. He watched, his hand

Speechless. Unable to tear

so many experiences bot wondrous and horrific, very little could genuinely surprise him

goodness and the abyssal depths of evil. Yet, even with a past scarred by