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

Captive Slave 126

Chapter 126

"Do you think he suspects?" the girl asked at last, breaking the silence.

Alviara shook her head slowly. "I doubt it. But then, who can truly know the workings of his mind?" A pause, "What is your

name

"Emeriel."

"Emeriel." The name was like a caress on Alviara's tongue. "Ah, the human prince? Stolen from court by the beast? The one whom a slave master met his end for daring to defile? It all makes sense now." The girl, Emeriel, swayed on her feet, her face pale and drawn.

Alviara reached out a hand to steady her. "Are you alright?"

"The feeding. It... uhh...."

"Blood drunk?" Alviara's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "You feel intoxicated?"

Emeriel let out a sheepish sigh. "A little."

"Huh. Guess what they say is true. Soulbonds really are the whole package," Alviara said in disbelief, "Well, human, I will be on my way. Tonight was... interesting. Let's do it again sometime

Alviara started to walk away, then paused, turning back. "Do you want my advise?"

Emeriel shrugged, her eyes still closed.

"Hide your identity as long as you can. Nothing good will come from the discovery of your secret. That male loved his bondmate deeply, and he lost her in a way you already know. If you ask me, it is probably best if His Grace never finds out. It would likely be in your best interest"

seems to have a hand here. Well, let fate play its part, but do not force Stay away from his bloodhost, she is a vixen who will tear you apart once she finds out what you are." She turned to face the exit, but looked back.

AEKERIA

imagined it would be. Standing beside Amie in the bustling square, she watched in awe as hundreds of lanterns ascended into

dreams, transforming the square into a canvas of light and color. The joyous laughter and excited chatter of the crowd were infectious, a chorus of "oohs" and "ahhs" rippled through the air. Ackeira's heart was filled with joy, now understanding the allure of

surface of this euphoria, a grating worry twisted in her

and the chaos it unleashed upon the unbonded males of the fortress. Ackeira had found it hard to believe,

wanted to grab Em by the shoulders and shake some sense into her. To protect her from her own reckless heart. "What

lose

so hard. I wish to be near him, always," Em had said in a soft, broken whisper, her eyes brimming with tears. "My heart aches for him. I yearn for him, like fire in my blood. Crave him so much. You would not understand, Ackeira" The fight had drained out of Ackeira. Because

when her own thoughts constantly

in her belly at the mere thought of him was

of their sexual intimacy and bloodfeeding flickered through

her. "You're lost in your own

her cheeks flushing as her gaze returned to the kaleidoscope of lights: above. "The festival is simply

her eyes sparkling with joy. "I have never seen slaves

"Uh-huh-

her. Cradled her in his arms through the

in the woods. Those piercing gray eyes staring down at

This is Lord Vladya we're talking about, remember? He would sooner kill à humani than care for one. Do NOT do that to

memory of his touch lingered like a ghost

this way, Amie said

dimpled cheeks Hi. Have

orbs protectively. "Not yet.

smile widened. "Lanterns will float till morning.

shot Arkeira a knowing wink before disappearing into

pretty tonight" His gaze lingered on her

nothing fancy, but i t was a far cry from the drab slave uniforms they usually