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.

the name of all

"Gods above...

desperate to pinpoint the source of

one holding Emeriel barked. "Let us

off. An ear-splitting snarlipped through the air, followed by a blur of movement, too

soldier, his voice burely

rippled around them as the soldiers scattered like ants, their boots slapping against the stone floor, But the beast was a

strike tearing flesh and bone. Screams echoed,

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surged numbing his senses. He'd come. His beloved

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its attackers, Emeriel stumbled forward, throwing

he choked out, burying his face in the

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

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

lowered him to his

somewhere. I just don't know how to reach you, he murmured, his voice

its gaze slowly

his breath, his heart pounding. Was

something?" Helplessness mingled

then, he felt something

blood surged through his veins, and a tingling warmth followed. Emeriel yearned, with a sudden,

curve of his neck. "Drink," he rasped,

tongue lashed across

had

GRAND LORD VLADYA

stood frozen, hidden in the shadows. He watched, his hand

Unable to tear

experiences bot wondrous

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