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"

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

AEKERIA

beside Amie in the bustling square, she watched in

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,

euphoria, a grating worry twisted in her gut whenever her

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

Ackeira hissed reproachfully. She had wanted to grab Em by the shoulders and shake some sense into her. To protect her from her own reckless

lose your

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 would not understand, Ackeira" The fight had drained out of

she to preach caution and self-control when her own thoughts

belly at the mere thought of him

flickered through her mind, raising goosebumps

in your own world again And why that

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

not?" Amie sighed, her eyes sparkling with joy. "I

"Uh-huh-

Vladya had carried her. Cradled her in his arms

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

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

his touch lingered like a

coming this way, Amie

them with his shy smile and dimpled cheeks

protectively. "Not yet. I'm not ready

till morning. You can take your

a knowing wink before disappearing into

His

the simple fabric. It was nothing fancy, but i t was a