That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate
Emeriel winced as scratches appeared on her beloved's skin, dark lines marring his otherwise flawless hide.
Then, with a powerful swipe, the grand king sent another head flying, the body crumpling lifelessly to the ground.
What is it with her beloved and ripping heads off shoulders? A rush of fondness bubbled up inside Emeriel. So magnificent, so adorable.
Then, she caught herself. There was nothing ‘adorable’ about death, blood, and gore. What in Ares’ name was that?
When she looked again, the battle had ended.
Her beast had shifted back, and in his place stood King Daemonikai, fully clothed in his regal attire, his back to her. In his grasp was the last of her attackers, now dying.
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