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

Captive Slave 112

Chapter 112

"Some days, I wish I had never returned. I wish I had died that night. Being a survivor is not a blessing when one has lost everything that matters. I am a mess inside, little princess. There is a dark void within me, he stated, placing a hand over his heart. "Avoid that was created the night they took everything from me in the Vortex Hall. Just one night of weakness every five hundred years. Just one night broke my kingdom, my people, my rulers"

He turned away, casually resuming his walk with that same sophisticated stride. "I suppose I must give credit to the humans," he mused thoughtfully. They managed to accomplish what countless other species have attempted and failed to do for over five thousand years. They succeeded in breaking me."

Emeriel blinked back tears, her heart shattering into a thousand pieces.

Unlike Lord Vladya, who seethed with anger when discussing the tragedy, King Daemonikai spoke of his loss with an unsettling lack of emotion. Her Beloved is in far greater pain than she could have ever imagined.

She clenched her fists, fighting the urge to reach out and offer comfort. She could feel his agony in her chest. Like a thousand daggers piercing her heart.

He paused, his gaze drifting towards a vibrant row of flowers. However, I am a leader. Do you know what that means, young princess? It means I must bury my pain, for my people will always come first. I cannot succumb to the vengeance thar naws at me-not because I lack the power, but because it is not what my people need right now. They need to rebuild, to End solace and a semblance of normalcy. My duty as their king is to guide and show them how to move forward, even when I am lost

His gaze returned to her like green flames in a darkened forest. Do I hate humans? With every fiber of my being, and every

of my soul. I never want to have anything to do with any of them. Ever."

Dunce

Emeriel saw now, with a clarity she had lacked before, the wisdom behind Lord Vladya's actions. His insistence on scent suppressants and distance

She had seen it mostly as punishment and an act of cruelty. But he had actually protected her, shielded her from the wrath of a broken king. Lord Vladya was right; he had done her a favor

"Why are you telling me this?" She swallowed hard, her eyes searching his for answers.

overlook you as you are betrothed to one of my lords, and if

human? Is it because you are a Siren? Or

means if we had any connection, his attitude toward me would have

Wait. "My scent?"

use the scent suppressants

I cannot even begin to describe it. I feel as though I have caught that scent before, but I cannot

eye, he closed the distance between them, his eyes blazing. He was looking at

a potent blend of masculine power, surrounded her, filling her

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vision and senses. At

she was already baring her neck for

this.. But I want to, young princess. Your scent calls to me, and it is both distracting and intoxicating, I need to scent you. May I?" This is

body had already made the decision. "Y-yes," she

buried his nose in the crook of

embarrassingly loud moan escaped Emeriel's lips. Her eyes fluttered closed, head tilting to offer him

to absorb every molecule of her scent. A low rumble vibrated in his chest, a sound so familiar that her

He's mine. My Beloved.

frame as she simply hel losing herself to the sensation

Emeriel forced her heavy eyelids open. There was a subtle easing of

her nipples taut He gave a nod. "I appreciate

one

Enting