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 of all

"Gods above...

the soldiers glanced around, desperate to pinpoint the source of the sound. "Could that have been the

not be a fool, the one holding Emeriel barked. "Let

crack of splintering wood cut him off. An ear-splitting snarlipped through the air, followed by a blur of movement, too fast to

us, breathed another soldier, his voice burely a

like ants, their boots slapping against the stone floor, But the beast was a

of claws and teeth, each strike tearing flesh and bone.

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Chapter 97

his senses. He'd

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the last of its attackers, Emeriel stumbled forward, throwing

choked out, burying his face in the creature's thick fur. "Thank you,

to ebb away. A gentle nudge from his massive head, accompanied by a soft, rumbling growl, conveyed a warmth that

welled up in his eyes. "They're going to kill you tomorrow, and I... I cannot bear it. I refuse

pale. The beast lowered him to his feet

know how to reach you, he murmured,

again, its gaze slowly moving to Emeriel's neck, fixing

heart pounding. Was that

me something?" Helplessness mingled with desperate

then, he felt something

veins, and a tingling warmth followed. Emeriel yearned, with a sudden, fierce intensity, for

"Drink," he rasped, "Please, I

the beast had been waiting for the invitation. A rough tongue lashed across his neck, followed

beast had

GRAND LORD VLADYA

in the shadows. He watched,

to tear his

bot wondrous and horrific, very little could genuinely surprise

spectrum of the world's nature the beautiful heights of goodness and the abyssal depths of evil. Yet, even with a past scarred by darkness, he had