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.

in the name of all that's

"Gods above...

source of the sound. "Could that have been the

barked. "Let us

An ear-splitting snarlipped through the air,

breathed another soldier, his voice burely a

as the soldiers scattered like ants, their boots slapping against the stone floor,

and teeth, each strike tearing flesh and bone.

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

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the beast killed the last of its attackers, Emeriel stumbled forward, throwing himself into the beast's

burying his face in the creature's thick fur. "Thank you, my King, thank

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

I... I cannot bear it. I refuse to believe you are as mindless

him to his feet but

don't know how

rumbled again, its gaze slowly moving

heart pounding. Was

mingled with

he felt something

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

the vulnerable curve of his neck. "Drink," he rasped, "Please, I

invitation. A rough tongue

had begun to

GRAND LORD VLADYA

stood frozen, hidden in the shadows. He watched,

Unable to

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

witness to the full 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 never, in all his extensive life, envisioned a sight such as this. Daemonikai had broken free to answer the