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.

her. This, this one she

wish I never

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the beast. Dressed once again in her slave garment, but her hair was unbound, cascading loosely over her shoulders. The feeling of her breasts without the usual tight bindings was hard to

in its arms, had handfed and bloodfed it, even been

still King Daemonikai. A King

where a small crowd had gathered, murmuring, and pointing at the beast. But it was the grand lords standing at the very front, watching and waiting, that

Ottai looked completely perplexed, worry evident in the deep lines on his face. Lord Vladya's expression was a carefully constructed mask, but his eyes were locked on

his hind legs and shifted back into his human form. King Daemonikai

a high lord's voice cut through the tense silence. "The way you left

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were worried," another added

never been

High Lord Gaff's sharp eyes had

another high

collective gasp rippled through the crowd, Murmurs rose from the gathered people, those at the back strained to see, their voices growing louder but the

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

life flashing before her eyes. Her breath hitched, and tears welled

king and face 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 are truly what they seem, this gathering will be your last!" Emeriel whimpered, clinging to the grand king's back as if her life depended on it.

contorted in shock, anger and disgust,

a voice demanded, probably another high lord,

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