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.

time." Zaiper's voice turned lowered seductively. "For now, get over here.

EMERIEL

him, fearing if she turned her body might betray

with your male, I see.

I am yours,

"Yes, thank you for asking." Leave now. Leave, leave, leave. "If you'll excuse me, Your Grace, I

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Chapter 129

All she wanted was to stay, to bask in his presence. To be held in his

to hang my lantern," she stammered,

""Walk with me."

core. It was an invitation, but also a plea, as if he, too, was fighting himself. Asking against his

it if you walked with me." Refuse? How could she resist

right, Your Grace," she choked out. "I am b-betrothed to the High Lord of

right for me to request your presence for a walk, alone in

hurt, but Emeriel was glad

with me

Emeriel bit her

She shouldn't.

with him brought her

for her.

the effort not to turn and walk into his arms. She clenched her fists, gritting her

as she stood there, frozen,

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

not

He was gone.

done, Emeriel, you made

will let him in, eager to fulfill his every desire. She would give him that false smile, lure him in and

she should let him go. Distance meant a delay of her heat, and Emeriel could use

But she could not.