All Chapters of That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

The fourth ruler shook his head. "It's not dead, but there's no such hope. Only dark magic can bring it back, and even then, the cost is too great. To make such an exchange, one would have to give up something of immense value. Like a life."He turned back to the window, his gaze distant. "Then, there's the part where Hav'zie de Baah might 'take' but never ‘give.’"Aekeira's shoulders slumped. Her hope disappeared. She'd forgotten that crucial part."So, the grand king... might die?" she asked."He will die, when the symptoms complete. Which is why we are here." The grand Lord released a deep breath. "We need Emeriel close to him. We need her to save his life.""Em saved it once before. She did, and all she got in return was pain." Aekeira shot back. "More pain than anyone should bear. Hate from everyone around her. A heartbreak that almost killed her."The three men averted their eyes, guilt written all over their faces."I'm sorry for—" Lord Ottai began. "Save the apology, Your Maj

MISTRESS SINAISinai had always wanted two things in life. To be rich and to be Grand Queen. The first would come, sooner or later, but the second… the second was always slipping just out of her reach. Some obstacle, always in her way.It infuriated her beyond reason.Daemonikai was as stubborn as a mule, but as long as he was alive, he belonged to her.Still, it wouldn’t hurt to spread her wings a little. To secure her future elsewhere. Zaiper. He was ambitious and dangerous.No one outlived the repercussions of a dead soul, and If Daemonikai died, Sinai would ensure her place at the side of the next grand king.She let the thought simmer, a slow smile curling her lips as she imagined Gaille’s reaction. Oh, how delicious it would be.But no. She couldn’t act on it yet.Daemonikai had beaten feral once before, what if he fought through being soulless, too?He was unpredictable, and Sinai wasn’t foolish enough to gamble her future before she knew which way the wind would blow.She wou

GRAND LORD OTTAIHe stood by the door, staring at Daemonikai’s unmoving body sprawled across the bed. The grand king looked almost lifeless, his pallor stark against the dark sheets.The only sign of life was the faint, barely perceptible rise and fall of his chest. So subtle that one would have to get close to see it. His breathing had slowed even more over the past few weeks, each breath coming longer between the last. Shallower than what was normal for any living being.The Urekai guard on duty, offered a respectful greeting, while Livia, who had been tending to Daemonikai with cold compresses to regulate his burning fever, rose and bowed deeply."How is he?" Ottai asked, moving further into the room. "Still refusing food, your highness. No sign of waking in the past four days." The head maid replied.The longest stretch yet. A week without sustenance, and four days without opening his eyes. Typically, he would awaken every other day, staying conscious for a brief thirty minutes

PRINCESS AEKEIRAHe recognized me.Relief crashed into Aekeira. Tears burned her eyes."Who e-else would it be?" she choked out.She felt the brush of his nose against her neck, and tilted her head to the side, giving him better access. A long, slow inhale."This feels like a dream," he growled."It’s not. I’m here, in Urai." Unable to hold back any longer, she spun around, and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him close. "I’m here."He stilled.Then, he was hugging her back. His arms encircling her waist, crushing her to him. One was a hand, the other a large, furred paw with sharp, elongated claws.Aekeira didn’t flinch. She didn’t care. All that mattered was that he was here…and he remembered her."Aekeira…" He breathed. She had never heard so many emotions wrapped into a single word. "My Aekeira."That sob tore from her throat. She clung to him tighter, burying her face in his neck. His scent, clean and familiar, filled her senses.And for the first time in years, she fe

Emeriel’s breathing quickened in the silent room as her eyes drank him in. Ravenously devouring every detail of him.Control yourself, Emeriel. There was no bond to blame now. This is all you. Have some restraint.Easier said than done.She was grateful to be alone with him. No one could see how hard she struggled. How difficult it was to be in the same room with him again.The effort it took not to rush across the room and collapse on top of him, just to feel his body against hers one more time.The memories were the hardest.Those stolen nights in his arms, tucked away at the cottage, making love after love. The fog of heat and the passage of time had blurred the memories, and she had survived by blocking them. But now, here in this room with him, the years shrunk and disappeared, and it felt like yesterday.The memories that had once been hazy were suddenly vivid, flashing very clearly.Emeriel’s whole body shook.She stumbled back out of the room, closing the door behind her. Lea