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

Chapter 175

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.

her. This, this one she

wish I never

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muscular back of the beast. Dressed once again in her slave garment,

it down. This is her beast. She had spent countless nights in its arms, had

Daemonikai. A

murmuring, and pointing at the beast. But it was the grand lords standing at the very front,

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

behind her, steadying her as he rose to his hind legs and shifted back into his human

high lord's voice cut through the

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worried," another added

been so

Gaff's sharp eyes had spotted

a girl?" another high lord added

strained to see, their voices growing

his expression grave. "What is going on here, Your

flashing before her eyes. Her breath hitched, and tears welled up as she pressed herself tightly into

"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

angry roars. The high lords, their faces contorted in shock,

voice demanded, probably another high lord, though Emeriel couldn't see

voice,

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