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"

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. "Stay safe, and I wish you luck, human. With a male like the grand king, you will need all the luck in the

AEKERIA

imagined it would be. Standing beside Amie in the bustling square, she watched in awe as

and 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

worry twisted in her gut whenever her thoughts

the king's dinner, a maid going into full heat, and the chaos it unleashed upon the unbonded males of the fortress. Ackeira had found it hard to believe, but not as hard as she had found Em's confession about

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

lose your

try to fight it, but it's 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

when

warmth that bloomed in her belly at the mere

flickered through her mind, raising goosebumps

nudge her. "You're lost in your own

her gaze returned to the kaleidoscope of lights: above. "The festival

sparkling with

"Uh-huh-

had carried her. Cradled her in his arms through

arms encircling her, lifting her in the woods. Those piercing gray eyes staring down at her as if she was all that

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

lingered like a ghost of warmness refusing to

is coming this way, Amie

dimpled cheeks Hi. Have you not floated

orbs protectively. "Not yet.

float till

knowing wink

His gaze lingered

i t was