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

Captive Slave 177

Chapter 177

Chapter 177

EMERIEL

Emeriel swallowed tightly, and let the truth go. "My name is Emeriel."

King Daemonikai let go of the lifeless body and it fell to the ground. Dark fury gathered in his eyes, so terrifying Emeriel's heart began the drumming of doom.

"You deceived me?" He sounded calm and enraged all at once.

Emeriel shuddered. "I'm s-sorry."

Sorry. So pathetic, so inadequate. One does not weave webs of lies, and spin the kind of deception she did, and all they could say was "sorry." But Emeriel's mind has gone blank. She struggled to think, to find a way to explain herself, but the drums of doom drowned out all coherent thoughts.

The grand king said something, but Emeriel couldn't hear it. Her vision tunneled, and all she could see was his murderous face closing the distance between them.

Get up! Run away! Her mind screamed, but her body refused to obey. Rooted to the spot. Paralyzed.

He was going to kill her, Emeriel just knew it.

The world narrowed to a pinprick of light as darkness crept in. I think I'm going to faint.

blanketed her. This, this one

wish I never

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returning to her. She was draped across the powerful, muscular back of the beast. Dressed once again in her slave garment, but her hair was

her beast. She had spent countless nights in its arms, had handfed and bloodfed it, even been mounted repeatedly

beast is still King Daemonikai. A King

at the beast. But it was the grand lords standing at the very front, watching and waiting, that

deep lines on his face. Lord Vladya's expression was a carefully constructed mask, but his eyes were locked on her, penetrating and uncomfortable as usual.

shifted behind her, steadying her as he rose to his hind legs and shifted back into his human form. King Daemonikai stood

on, Your Grace?" a high lord's voice

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were worried,"

never been so

eyes had spotted her. Every head

is a girl?" another high

rose from the gathered people, those at the back strained to see, their voices growing

Lord Zaiper stepped forward, his expression grave. "What is going on here, Your Grace? Emeriel

grand lord. Emeriel could practically see her life flashing before her eyes. Her breath hitched, and tears welled up as she pressed herself tightly into King Daemonikai's

"You have to answer to us. Hope to your gods that we have misunderstood a chest, perhaps swollen from bruises, for feminine breasts. For if they are truly what they seem, this gathering will be your last!" Emeriel whimpered, clinging to the grand king's back as

their faces contorted in shock, anger and disgust,

deceive an entire elite council of Urekai?" a voice demanded, probably another high lord, though Emeriel couldn't see who it was

high lord's voice, this one demanding, echoed