That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 124

Chapter 124 

He remained rooted to the spot, his naked body a tantalizing display of beauty, masculinity, and raw power. 

She moaned as her eyes fell upon his impressive length. The king was a big male everywhere. 

The sheer size of his hardness sent a jolt of desire through her bly. Her core wet, throbbing with anticipation. Her senses. alive with the promise of pleasure. 

“Your Grace?” she coaxed, leaning forward and extending a hand towards him. “I know you are hungry. I can sate your hunger, you know I can, Take me” 

His emerald eyes flickered towards her outstretched hand, but he made no move to accept it. Nor did he take a step closer. 

Confusion clouded Alviara’s features. Why was he hesitating? 

The storm of lust in his eyes spoke of deep sexual hunger. His body was taut with barely suppressed desire, and he looked savage with want. So, why was he not taking what he so clearly wanted! 

Well, she was not the most sought–after courtesan in Urai for nothing. 

Alviara rose to her hands and knees, her backside raised in a seductive arch. She reached back and parted her cheeks open for his gaze, offering herself in complete submission to him and his inner beast. 

He snarled, finally moving. Only not towards the bed. 

The grand king began to pace, Restlessly. 

Tension radiated from his rigid shoulders, his expression darkenthan a storm with each stride. 

For the first time in a very, very long time, a cold tendril of fear shaked down Alviara’s spine. This was nowhere near the reaction she had expected. 

What was going on here? 

EMERIEL 

He’s not yours. 

He is not yours. 

You have no claims to him. 

You’d better not cry. 

Emeriel’s hands clenched her garments so tightly her knuckles turned white. She slamped her door shut and collapsed ontol the bed, curling into a fetal position as tears came. Unbidden Uncontrollable. 

Her heart ached with a sharp, persistent throb. So what if there’s another woman in his bed? He does not know about you. and he is not yours, Get a hold of yourself. 

But the words were empty platitudes. A sob tore from her throat hot tears spilling onto the pillow. Her hands trembled as she wiped them away, 

She had been content just by being near him. Even sitting silently under those intense, watchful eyes, she had felt so complete. 

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Chapter 124 

His mere presence filled a vaid inside her so well it was frightening. Then, that Urekai maid had to go into heat. Now, King Daemonikai was 

On herced to site! 

body. 

back to her room, Emeriel had witnessed guards coupling like animals with whoever they could find. Urekai maids were pinned against walls, human slaves taken without finesse. 

The Southern Wing had turned into a chaotic breeding ground, 

She wiped away another traitorous tear, trying to banish the image of the grand king entwined with that beautiful, elegant Urekai visitor. 

The thought of him bending the female over, taking her body with his- 

Another sob escaped her lips. 

The door creaked open, revealing a stoic soldier. Then, in a tone that brooked no argument, he said, “The grand king summons you to his residence, Slave. Do not keep him waiting 

ALVIARA. 

Who were they waiting for? 

practically stomping from one end of the 

The grand king paced the room. His movements so tense and agitated he was p room to the other, sweating profusely from attempting to maintain control. 

rly confused, but the fierce scowl on 

Alviara could bet a headache was pounding like a war drum in his skull. She was utterly King Daemonikai’s face forced her to keep her mouth shut. 

The door opened, and the boy was ushered back into the room. 

The grand king’s pacing ceased abruptly, tension visibly draining from his body. 

“You s–sent for me, Your Grace?” the boy’s voice trembled. His eyes red–rimmed and puffy as if he had been crying, widened as he took in the sight of stark–naked King Daemonikai and equally naked Alviara. 

A flush spread across his pale skin, creeping up from his neck to his cheeks, and he quickly averted his gaze. 

King Daemonikai was suddenly all over the boy’s personal space He pressed the boy against the wall, His large frame dwarfing the boy’s as he dipped his head, nuzzling the delicate skin of his neck like a contented feline. A deep purr rumbled in his chest. 

The grand king pumped out pheromones like crazy. So heady, thick, and compelling that even Alviara whimpered. Her mind growing hazy, throat bared instinctively in complete submission 

“My king,” the boy moaned, going limp in the stronger male’s embrace. The moment stretched, charged with pure lust, tension, and surrender. 

Finally, the king pulled away. “Get on the bed. Lie down,” he ordered, his voice husky with desire. 

The boy hesitated, a flicker of panic in his eyes. 

Why panic? Alviara wondered. Is this not what he desired? The toy clearly harbors some kind of affection for their ruler. 

But in the end, he obeyed. The human boy moved towards the bed and laid down beside her, his body rigid, but his eyes held arousal. 

As he settled in, Alviara noticed something odd. The boy had no scent. 

Chapter 121 

Huh. So he was one of those strange ones, 

Shouldn’t his lack of scent be vexing King Darmonikai? Should he be repelled by the boy instead of drawing him close