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

Captive Slave 149

Chapter 149 AFKERIA

When she heard his voice-a sound so deeply familiar and comforting-Ackeira could not suppress the surge of emotions that flooded her, hearing his voice. Her heart raced, and butterflies erupted in her stomach, a tumult of excitement and relief crushing her. She rushed toward him. "Your Highness." Her hands fluttered over him-touching his chest, belly, and shoulders in a flurry of worried motions. "Are you alright, my lord? Are you hurt? Did something happen?" Aekeira scanned him for any sign of injury. Then, she froze, her hands stilling on his body.

What in Tartarus had possessed her to touch him in such a manner without his permission? And in public, no less.

His body stiffened under her touch.

Aekiera's hand recoiled as if burned, her eyes darting around in sudden panic. The expressions on the faces surrounding them-slave masters, Urekai maids, and human slaves alike-ranged from shock to outright horror. Even slave master Tyke, with his usually sneering face, stared at her as though she'd sprouted a second head.

"I-I'm sorry, Your Highness," Aekeira choked out, her head bowed, cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Shame rained over her, and her heart raced with embarrassment and confusion. "I didn't mean to...I was just worried."

Since when do I make rash decisions concerning the well-being of anyone but Em? she thought despairingly. Why, oh why would I do this?

But then he moved closer, his towering form casting a shadow over her. He extended a hand, his calloused fingers outstretched towards her. She looked up, a jolt shooting up her arm as she hesitantly placed her shaky hand in his. His grip was firm yet surprisingly gentle, the warmth of his touch seeping into her chilled skin. The force of his gaze, those fathomless gray eyes, held her captive.

"I am fine, Aekeira."

Her heart leaped in her chest like a hummingbird desperate to escape its cage. "Mmh..." she tried to speak, but her thoughts scattered, leaving her mute,

It was only when his piercing gaze shifted away from her that she able to breathe again. He turned towards the slave master. "Tyke." "Yes, your Highness!" the slave master's response was instant, his head snapping down so low his forehead nearly touched the ground. "When Aekeira finishes her duty, you do not give her more, do you understand me?" Lord Vladya stated, each word dripping with authority. "Y-yes, My Lord." The slave master's voice trembled slightly, betraying his nerves.

"The only duties she should be given are the general ones when shared. No extra duties."

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

A pause hung in the air, heavy and pregnant.

a ripple of shock

stood shocked. Even Yaz displayed a flicker

Chapter 149

think I'm

Apologize to her. Tyke

EMERIEL

another round of hurried lovermaking to stop the beginning of a

the meaning behind those words. The pleasure King Daemonikai had given her...

had been good, but it was driven by mindlessness and instincts, often accompanied by pain and discomfort. This experience

heard about him made Emeriel believe he could never be this way

her not only

but

someone he...cared for?

females love their heat, Emeriel mused, a soft, wistful

male like this, then she welcomed the agony of heatwaves. If she could have this connection again and again, then she eagerly awaited more of her heat. For the first time, she was happy

mate.

rumbled,

thing was, Emeriel's

unwilling to obey. She tried to move, but

lifting her effortlessly until she rested against the curve of his legs.

nose in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. I

water, infused with a subtle sweetness, hinted at berries and honey. She drank gratefully, her eyes closed, savoring this stolen moment between them. "That's it. Good girl," he praised, causing her stomach to flutter. Making her feel so good.

spoon pressed against her lips, and her eyes opened. The small silver spoon held a morsel of poached pear.

what universe did she fall into?

more.

of warm bread, infused with olive oil and fragrant herbs. Its crispy edges and delectable taste delighted her senses. He fed her more of it, until she could eat no King