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"

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

AEKERIA

in the

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

beneath the surface of this euphoria, a grating worry twisted in her gut whenever her thoughts drifted to

reached her ears. Em's daring act of serving 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 how

wanted to grab Em by the shoulders and shake some sense into her. To protect her

to lose

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

preach caution and self-control when her

belly at the mere thought of

bloodfeeding flickered through her mind, raising goosebumps

in your own world again

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

not?" Amie sighed, her eyes sparkling with

"Uh-huh-

her. Cradled her in his arms

the woods. Those piercing gray eyes staring down at her as if she was all

Lord Vladya we're talking about, remember? He would sooner kill

of his touch lingered like a

this way, Amie said in a hushed

shy smile and dimpled cheeks

the delicate paper orbs protectively. "Not yet. I'm

till morning. You

a knowing wink before disappearing

tonight" His

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