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 she could

wish I

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

had spent countless nights in its arms, had handfed and bloodfed

beast is still King Daemonikai. A King Daemonikai

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

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

back into his human form. King Daemonikai stood tall, sliding her down his back until she stood, trembling, behind

high lord's voice cut through the tense silence.

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were worried," another added

never been

High Lord Gaff's sharp eyes had spotted her. Every head turned

is a girl?" another high lord added in

through the crowd, Murmurs rose from the gathered people, those at the back strained to see, their voices growing louder but the soldiers quickly formed a

grave. "What is going on here,

her eyes. Her breath hitched, and

the council, you foolish human," Lord Zaiper barked, his voice sharp like a whip crack. "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

faces contorted in shock, anger and disgust,

demanded, probably another high

something, Your Grace," another high lord's voice, this one demanding, echoed