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

Chapter 368

ZAIPER

The dark room burst open as the female barged in. “Until when will you mourn his death!?”

Zaiper glared at her, shielding his eyes. “Shut the damn door. That light hurts.”

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She slammed it shut with force. “We are running for our lives every single night, and yet you refuse to pull yourself out of this daze you’ve sunk into! Yes, I understand your loss–but your life is on the line, Zaiper! Get your head together!”

He was seated at the foot of a rickety, filthy bed, lazily sipping from a goblet of blood.

“We need to get to shelter as fast as possible,” Sinai said, pacing. “At the rate we’re being hunted, we will be caught.”

Silence answered her.

Her gaze flicked to the goblet he held. His men had slaughtered enough humans to fill casks, and with the supplies from his vampire allies, his blood reserves would last years. No wonder he was toying with it like it was fine ale, drowning in self–pity rather than replenishing strength.

“Zaiper! Are you even listening to me!?”

“Mm?” He barely looked up. “What were you saying?”

“We. Are. Being. Hunted,” she said through clenched teeth. “Every sentinel. the Shadows, Bloodhounds, Stormriders–we are being hunted like marked criminals for slaughter, and you sit here, saying nothing! Doing nothing!”

“You think I enjoy this?” Zaiper snarled, rising. “I had to run last night butt naked, ambushed in my sleep. I barely escaped. I’ve been crawling through cities, caves, underground passageways like some rat–do you think I enjoy this?” With a hiss of fury, he hurled the goblet at the wall.

“Then stop wallowing in misery and lead! Take command before you get us both killed!” Sinai’s voice rose. She was too scared and furious to soften her words now. “I thought you said you didn’t love him.”

“I do not feel such petty things!” he sneered.

“Good. That’s very good. Now dust off whatever grand emotion it is you are feeling, and act like the male you claim to be.” She crossed her arms. “How far are we from this shelter you speak so highly of? Is it truly worth the risks we take every night?”

He didn’t answer her, calling for the guards, ordering a bath drawn, stripping off the foul clothes he’d worn for days.

That appeased a little bit of Sinai’s anger. Finally.

but she was beginning to regret following him. At the time, she’d been too scared of being found out, and once she had outed

hard Razarr’s death would

roaming the shadows like a ghost, he was locked in some windowless room, brooding in silence, sipping blood like wine. So much

least now, he was moving.

steps. But steps nonetheless.

him. “Open the curtains and windows,” she ordered one

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light and air

Zaiper didn’t protest.

took that as a

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PRINCESS EMERIEL

woke to the adoration of his lips on every part of her body. His lips touched everywhere, without hurry, like a male who was ready to spend eternity learning her. Each kiss was a brand, a silent vow against

stretched with a feline smile, back arching into the sheets. “Good morning, dearest.” For the first time in moons, she’d slept deeply like a baby, wrapped in

against the bump. “Have I told youhow fucking beautiful you are like this?” his voice gravel with devotion,” Heavy with my child, sprawled and

through his hair. “You’re rather

body, his shadow swallowing her whole, until his lips found hers. It

a moan vibrating between them as she kissed him back. She wanted him just as much as he did her. Already, her body thrummed for him again. Those long, empty months without him inside her had left her

His teeth grazed her bottom

again. I need to feel it’s all real. Need to feel you again.” Pulling back, she rose

himself up, his manhood bumping her entrance in a taunt. “That’s my sweetheart.” He pushed in slowly, watching her spine bow,

walls fluttering

a battlefield. Fuck, in the middle of an earthquake-” Another snap of his hips. “Call for me, and I’ll be here to sate you. To your hungry little

twisted in the sheets. “You too. Whenever, however, you w–want

”

tossing a starving dog a bone.” His pace turned hard, each thrust

pitching higher as he angled deeper. He makes me feel

narrowed to this: his skin against hers, the slap of flesh, the way his breath fractured when

Humming

you…” His voice fractured, hips stuttering.

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