Semua Bab That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate: Bab 91 - Bab 100

EMERIEL"Follow me," Grand Lord Vladya called over his shoulder, before he rushed after the beast.Emeriel hurried after him, his heart in his throat. Part of him felt a sense of relief. The beast had noticed that scent. He was going to hunt it down.But Emeriel was terrified as he ran to keep up with Lord Vladya's long strides. Fear of the unknown gripped him. Oh gods, the slave master would reveal Emeriel's secrets tonight during the confrontation, wouldn't he? Shout it across the land so everyone, including Lord Vladya, would hear that Emeriel was, in fact, a girl?He stopped to scratch his arm, as he'd done three times already. Emeriel recognized the signs of his approaching heat cycle early this time. He was about to go into heat again.Head raised to the sky, he whispered, "Please, let it be a mini-heat, not a full heat."Despite his racing heart and his hands slick with sweat, Emeriel ran as fast as he could, catching glimpses of Lord Vladya as he turned corners, still tracking

GREYROCK, THE NORTHERN WING GRAND LORD ZAIPERGrand Lord Zaiper hummed a tune of triumph as he glided along the labyrinthine corridors. The cool stones beneath his feet echoed with each step, carrying the promise of a future hewn to his will.All the hard work he had put in would finally pay off, and he would ascend to the grand throne of Urekai."My lord," a passing laborer gasped, bowing so low his sweat-slicked forehead nearly touched the floor."Good day to you as well," he replied, his grin stretching really wide.Their flinches, the way their heads snapped back to their tasks like frightened sparrows, were a satisfying tribute.On this blessed day, his heart was filled with sheer delight. Once he became the grand king, his next agenda would be to eliminate the law of the four rulers.He would be the sole ruler of his people.To achieve such a goal would undoubtedly take years—perhaps even centuries—as the people would resist him tooth and nail.But Zaiper had all the time in th

GRAND LORD VLADYAGrand Lord Vladya slumped in his study chair, his gaze fixed blankly on the weathered stone wall. He had sent a soldier to summon Merrilyn.The soldier's report resounded in his skull. Lady Merrilyn has been in labor for hours, and thus unable to make the journey.The next thing to do was clear. He needed to hurry to his bloodhost before the poison reached his heart, while some strength remained, and get the much-needed blood himself.Even if it meant a sip from a goblet, just to sustain him until the healer arrived. Any other male in his position would have done it.Not him.His eyes fell to the ravaged flesh on his shoulder. The wound throbbed, swollen, black veins pulsing outward, tracing a macabre path toward his heart.While hunting in the woods with his soldiers, he had spotted an assassin. He'd sent Yaz and the others ahead, then gave chase. He wasn't surprised to learn they were targeting Emeriel. He had known yesterday's events would put the boy in greater

EMERIELEmeriel's body screamed with exhaustion.Every rasping breath seared his lungs, every step sent tremors through his leaden limbs. Yet he ran, propelled by the blind instinct to survive."Damn, wish we had kept the arrow!" an assassin's voice grated behind him, followed by the ominous whisper of steel sliding free. Emeriel reacted without thought, a desperate lurch to the side, barely evading the unseen blade.So close, almost there...He never saw the hands that seized him. One moment he was running, the next a vise-like grip yanked him off his feet.His scream choked off as he dangled, kicking uselessly against the tremendous strength. A chilling laugh echoed in his ear."Got you at last, pretty prince," his captor hissed, a venomous glee in the words."Let me go!" Emeriel shrieked, his voice cracking. "The beast… he'll tear you apart if you touch me! Don't—”"Silence, wretch! Do you really think you're special to our feral king?" the soldier barked into Emeriel's ear. "I wi

LAST CHAPTER FOR PART 1.GRAND LORD VLADYAVladya's fists clenched. Then, slowly, unfurled as the soldiers secured the cage in the center of the arena.Zaiper's voice droned on like a litany that was meaningless, reciting rituals and traditions Vladya did not want to hear.He had spent the night going over ancient texts. All the complex lines of the Xaa'l Tbeh Zeek spell are running through his mind. Even now, he traced the sigils with his thoughts, rehearsing what was to come.Thick with the scent of sorrow and also anguish, the night's air threatened to suffocate him. The wails of the women was loud, like a mourning chorus that made Vladya's gut clench.Zaiper remained indifferent as he continued with the rituals. After the readings came the moment of execution, where Daemonikai would be killed forever.But not on Vladya's watch.Not if he had anything to say about it.He could feel the power of Xaa'l Tbeh Zeek thrumming beneath his skin. The forbidden spell ready to unleash.Vlady