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

Chapter 591:

They were sprawled on the floor, the scent of blood and sex hanging thick in the air.

The once-immaculate bed was soaked in blood. The trails marked every corner of the room… everywhere he’d dragged her, taken her, ravaged her. Their intrusion made the beast pause in his feeding, head whipping around, bloody fangs bared with menace.

But as the act of drinking ceased, the last of its strength abandoned him, and the beast collapsed onto the floor beside the motionless woman. Emeriel hadn’t moved since they entered. Not a stir.

“Ukrae,” Ottai cried sorrowfully, staring at her.

Vladya tried not to look.

Avoiding the broken figure curled on the floor, he stared at the beast, now satisfied and slumbering peacefully.

“Now is our chance,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “We have to move him.”

eyes away from the girl, Ottai glanced at the unconscious beast. “What do we do with

beast form,” Vladya replied grimly. “And we don’t know when—or if—whatever’s happening to

nodded, his

forms and carried Daemon out

life. No servants moved about, no slaves loitered. Only the soldiers remained at their

magic on

though the entire citadel was in

Maybe they were.

that night, two years ago, all over again,

Frostfall was long. When they finally arrived, they sealed the beast inside, shutting the massive oak doors and metal

there and returned to Blackstone, heading straight back to Aekeira’s bedchamber where it all happened. Emeriel still

hadn’t moved from the fetal position she’d curled into, her face hidden beneath a cascade of tangled

take her,” Vladya told Ottai, who nodded, pained,