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

Captive Slave 129

Chapter 129

"Send for the cleaners," Zaiper instructed Razarr, who lingered by the door with the dead girl draped over his arm. "These sheets need changing."

Humans were disappointingly fragile. None has been able to handle a little knife play. A mere simple cut from her neck down to her belly, and she was already dead. Making the sex a bit boring and the-feeding quite messy. Rising from the bed, Zaiper submerged himself in the warmth of the waiting tub, allowing the water to envelop him. How had he returned from a feral state?

Urekai had roamed the earth for millions of years, they were too old for new miracles, especially ones so annoyingly inconvenient.

Of all the countless males who had succumbed to the madness over the ages, why did this one, the very one he had longed to be rid of, have to claw his way back from the brink?

"Fate, you bitch. I thought we were friends," he grunted, over the gentle lapping of water.

A knock at the door announced Razarr's entrance. "Do you require anything further, My Lord?"

"Get in here."

Razarr approached, halting at the edge of the tub.

Zaiper's gaze flicked open. "I mean, in here."

Wordlessly, Razarr shed his clothes, revealing a sculpted physique Zaiper could not help but admire. The head soldier eased himself into the tub, causing the water to ripple and overflow as their bodies pressed against each other.

"Investigate the days preceding Daemonikai's resurrection. Leave no stone unturned, including the night our assassins were slaughtered. There must be some detail we have overlooked."

"As you wish," Razarr affirmed. "And the boy?"

Zaiper's brows knitted together. "What about him?"

"We may be underestimating him," Razarr divulged. "I believe he may bear a connection to the grand king's return. There is something... different about him. He is not merely a hapless human, luckily favored by a mindless beast due to his scent. He means more."

The second ruler hummed thoughtfully. "You may be onto something."

"It would not hurt to keep a watchful eye upon him. I could assign someone if it pleases you," Razarr offered.

turned lowered seductively. "For now, get over

EMERIEL

to him, fearing if she turned

male, I see.

I am yours,

Leave, leave, leave. "If you'll excuse me, Your Grace,

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Chapter 129

All she wanted was to

to hang my lantern," she stammered, taking a hasty

""Walk with me."

spoken, rocked her to the core. It was an invitation, but also a plea,

like it if you walked with me." Refuse? How could she resist when every fiber of her being longed to be near him? Tears surged in her

"I

It's not right for me to request

understands. It hurt, but Emeriel was

with

Emeriel bit her

She shouldn't.

with him brought her full heat closer,

too strong for her. How does one

to turn and walk into

eternity as she stood there, frozen, a war waging

grand king moved. Distancing himself from her. His retreating footsteps almost silent in the night, each one

voice drifted back to her. "I should not have asked. You made the right choice. Enjoy the rest of the festivities." Then,

He was gone.

did the right thing. Well done, Emeriel,

eager to fulfill his every desire. She would give him that false smile, lure him in and undress for him. Emeriel let out

use all the delays she could get. She had done the right

But she could not.