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

Chapter 843:

A scream rang out from deep within the forest. A second cry came, closer this time.

The sound of men howling in agony. Bones snapping. The wet crunch of flesh.

“Emeriel!?” Daemonikai’s voice, deafening and furious, shook the forest.

She tried to scream, but her voice was gone. Her throat was crushed, her lungs emptied.

“Emeriel!” Another roar, closer now—savage, murderous. “I’m heading north!”

“Leave her to me,” came Lord Vladya’s voice, more beast than man.

“If you make a single sound, I’ll drive my hand into your belly and tear the little one out myself,” the masked soldier growled in her ear. He ripped his hand from her throat and clamped it over her mouth. He dragged her backward, pressing her against him as he pulled her down from the tree.

her limbs failed her. She wanted to scream, to call out to her beloved, to tell him she was there.

I can’t… I can’t…

now… please,

closed in. She

and his people when Emeriel’s call reached him, forcing him

beast form as Daemonikai partially

to his instincts, letting them guide him to his beloved. He was half-transformed when he called her name, his claws tearing through enemies, necks snapping beneath his

“‘Emeriel!’”

No response.

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me! Just one word, my

But he got nothing.

to trust: his sense