Captive Slave 216

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"With everything in me. Some days, resisting was as hard as chewing rocks. I have never felt so deprived...until I wanted you but couldn't go and get you. I could only hope that one day you would return to me."

Aekeira's eyes watered. Her heart sang.

"But I'm terrified to hope." Lord Vladya admitted as he stepped doser, and inhaled her scent. "What if I let myself hope you were mine, and you turn out not to be, like the others..."

It would break him beyond repair. Aekeira knew it. She could hear it in his voice.

And it terrified her too.

Aekeira wanted to be his. Had dreamt of it for years. But dreams were one thing; reality was another Emeriel was the Syren... and the truth was, Aekeira was not like Em.

So what if there was an obvious, irresistible attraction between them? What if his very being craved hers so deeply that his basic instincts went dormant in her absence? So what if she loved this male more than life itself, and he was now staring at her as if his entire world revolved around her? None of it mattered if they attempted the bonding ritual and it failed.

It would be over.

There was no coming back from that.

Oh yes, Aekeira was terrified too.

"I missed you terribly," Lord Vladya murmured, kissing her forehead.

"I-I..." If I go over how hard I'd missed you, I might start bawling all over again.

"It got even harder as the years passed. As my journey grew more challenging, as madness crept closer, I had regrets." He breathed in her scent, letting out a low groan. "Gods, you smell so good. I can't get enough."

Aekeira whispered, barely

against her. "I pushed you away so you wouldn't see me go feral. But in the end... when it came down to it... you were all I wanted to see

couldn't this male just be hers? Why did the universe have to

could you please take away the

him

please make me a

compatible that if we attempt a booding ritual,

were horses... would you

a wet trail

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Chapter 216

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PRINCESS EMERIEL

Emeriel," Lord Ottai cautioned, eaning casually against the

to claw at me either." She replied softly, glancing at King Daemonikai's still form. "But you said it's been days since he had any kind of nourishment. If this continues, he will only grow weaker, and he needs his strength to return." With a brass spoon, Emeriel scooped up a portion of porridge, and tenderly nudged the spoon

claws sprang out from his hands. Sharp and deadly, ready

straightened. "Now will be

arm. "Don't do that, beloved," her voice dropped to

murmur.

his. Same long, sharp claws she had seen tear through enemies with ease

harm,

bit back her gasp. Instead, she squeezed gently. "Eat,

Daemonikai's mouth

scent..." Lord Ottai's mouth hung open, staring at Emeriel as if she had grown a second

faint smile tugged at Emeriel's lips. She scooped

well, She hadn't truly believed it would work. "Maybe he does." Lord Ottai hovered for the rest of the meal, watching her with awe and animation. He only left when an urgent message arrived, calling him away

Daemonikai, satisfied that he had eaten enough,

long, draining day, and she longed for

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