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...

glanced around, desperate to pinpoint the source

holding Emeriel barked. "Let us get

ear-splitting snarlipped through the air, followed by a blur of movement,

another soldier, his

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

and teeth, each strike tearing flesh and bone. Screams echoed,

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

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Emeriel stumbled forward, throwing

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

paused, its rage seeming to ebb away. A gentle nudge from his massive head, accompanied by

his words 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

back, his face pale. The beast lowered him to his feet but

somewhere. I just don't know how to

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

his heart pounding. Was that

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

then, he felt something

yearned, with a

his neck. "Drink," he rasped, "Please,

A rough tongue lashed across

had begun to

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the shadows. He watched,

Speechless. Unable to

centuries of existence, filled with so many experiences bot wondrous and horrific, very little could genuinely surprise him

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