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

Captive Slave 203

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Sinai had always known about Zaiper's depravities. Hell, there had been an entire century where she had indulged in countless affairs with him because of it. But either he had grown sicker over the years, or he was punishing her for her slip-up three days ago. "Are you alright, Mistress Sinai?"

Sinai straightened her spine, masking her pain as much as possible. "Mistress Gaille/What brings you to this part of the fortress?"

"Oh, you know how it is with us ladies," Gaille simpered, approaching with a saccharine smile that made Sinai's teeth ache.* "We like our fresh air anywhere we can get it." "Is that so?" Sinai's tone was clipped.

"Indeed." Gaille's eyes raked over Sinai, her lips thinning. "Although, someone has been visiting my master's quarters more frequently than expected. How many days now?"

Sinai lifted her chin defiantly. "Your master and I have some business to take care of."

"Business, you say? Business it is then." Gaille's voice dripped with venom. "Do not poach around my master, Mistress Sinai. He is mine."

Sinai scoffed. "Yours and a few hundred others. Do not be delusional, Gaille. Your master belongs to no one and everyone." Gaille's face reddened with anger, but she took a deep, measured breath.

Sinai watched, amused, as the other woman struggled to control her rage.

and

Finally, Gaille spoke through gritted teeth. "How would you like it if I perched around your master?"

"We both know you have tried before. Numerous times,

a vision of shock and outrage. Their mistress herself turned a deep, furious crimson, her veins pulsing

mounts anything with a hole,

face. "At least my master desires me," she retorted, crossing her arms. "My master may take many, but he

from the start. Even after her death, he does not look at you. And now?

blood boiled beneath her skin. "What

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win his heart, while you have had two thousand years and couldn't even make him glance your way."

into her beast form, her muscles rippling and

her transformation, shifting

lunged at each other, claws and fangs bared. Blood sprayed across the stone floor as claws raked through skin and fur, each trying to tear the other

handmaidens scattered, their screams

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the soldiers would soon arrive and punishment would follow. But in that moment, she could not give a rat's

PRINCESS EMERIEL

at night,

the cliffside, glowing over the river below. Your father will have my head if he sees you in this part of the palace, my prince," she

stood beside her at the cliff edge. "My father threatens it, but will never carry it out. For some reason, you and your pretty sister are off-limits." Emeriel returned her gaze to the

her waist,