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."

barely holding herself

wanted to see one last time." His arms encircled her waist. "I wanted to see your beautiful face, hear your lovely voice... one last time. I

clouded Aekeira's vision again. Why couldn't this male just be hers? Why did the universe

please

give him his

please make

if we attempt a booding ritual, it

were horses... would you let

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PRINCESS EMERIEL

at you, Emeriel," Lord Ottai cautioned, eaning casually against the wall, as

"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,

from his hands. Sharp and

Ottai immediately straightened. "Now will

arm. "Don't do that, beloved,"

murmur.

with his, her small hand dwarfed by his. Same long, sharp claws she had seen tear through enemies with ease slowly curled

harm,

bit back her gasp. Instead,

mouth

open, staring at Emeriel as if she had

the first time since entering the room, a faint smile tugged at Emeriel's lips. She scooped the porridge into King Daemonikai's mouth, and he swallowed, his throat

think he can hear you, Emeriel." "Maybe," Emeriel was equally surprised but concealing it well, She hadn't truly believed it would work. "Maybe

King Daemonikai, satisfied that he had eaten enough, before

had been a long, draining day, and

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