That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 35

Chapter 36 

GRAND LORD VLADYA 

Vladya stiffened, anger coursing through him at the remark. “Not the girl, he blurted out, regretting his words the instant they left his lips. 

Outai and Zaiper looked suprised, but they were not half as shocked as Vladya himself. 

“You are interested in the human girl? Your Outai exclaimed. 

“I am not.” Vladya stated calmly, relieved that his voice remained composed. He resumed his scribbling. “She belongs to the 

feral.” 

“Nonsense. Matters like that do not concern you. I have had nearly every slave, every maiden you have been with, and you 

I have never batted an eyelash: Zaiper’s gaze grew more penetrating, suspicious. “Is this girl different? Do you want her?” 

Vladya would sooner sever his own amm 

He signaled to the soldier, who stepped forward and took the scroll from him. Rising from his throne, he approached Zaiper and stopped in front of him. “If you ever speak of this again, you will not like the way I respond.” 

The second ruler’s face paled, and he cleared his throat. There is no need to get so serious. Fine, you do not have an interest in the girl. That’s a good thing for me, as I am considering having either her or the boy. So, let’s not dwell on it. No need to get all like that” 

Ottai stared at Vladya, puzzled, but Vladya ignored him, returning to his throne and lowering himself onto it once more. 

An awkward silence hung in the air. 

“Anyway, let us discuss the preparations, Lord Ottai finally broke the tension. 

EMERIEL 

As the hours passed, the beast made no move to attack Emeriel while he cleaned, and by the time he was done, his fear had somewhat abated. 

Perhaps the creature had some sort of routine, a specific time of day when its instincts demanded certain needs…. Perhaps today was not the day it became horny. 

It made sense, in a way. It would explain why Ackeira was not sent in all the time and why his bloodhost only visited occasionally. The thought was oddly soothing and calmed the last of his fears. 

Exhausted, Emeriel decided to take a brief respite. 

And what better place to find safety and tranquility than a spot that both slaves and masters avoided like the plague. 

Emeriel settled on the floor in front of the imposing metal gates, his legs folded under him, leaving some distance between himself and the gate. 

“It’s not as if you would understand a word I say, right? Sometimes, it’s simply hard to believe you were once the great grand king,” he spoke aloud. “You probably have even more reason to hate humans than Grand Lord Vladya does.” 

The feral creature laid down, its jaw resting on the floor, eyes still fixed on Emeriel. 

“I bet you don’t even recall what you did to me. Why did you do it? Why me?” Emeriel shook his head. “I don’t understand. 

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But what baffles me the most are the strange things that have been to happen to me since that night. I do not like any of it, 

Grand King” 

Whispering those words made them all too real, causing goosebumps to break out on his arms. “Why does my borly react to you? Why do I see you in my dreams? Why do I think about you all the time? Why does my body… why does my borly crave more of you?” 

Emeriel’s attention shifted to the food nearby. 

It was meat, but not as raw as the one next to it. Rising to his feet, he carefully took a plate from the tray. The aroma wafted up, tantalizing his senses, 

“I could eat this, right?” he asked aloud, still eyeing the steak.. 

When he looked up, a gasp escaped him. 

The beast stood close, having left its previous spot. It could easily reach out and grab Emeriel. 

I shouldn’t have come here. I should have listened to the soldier and left. Fear rooted him in place, no longer was there a point to running. The creature could easily break free and catch him. 

They locked eyes, a tense silence enveloping them. 

Then, unexpectedly, the beast crouched down on the floor, sitting. Waiting. 

A wate of relief washed over Emeriel, but he still moved to leave. 

A low rumble from the beast stopped him in his tracks. Helplessly, he remained where he stood, unsure of what to do. 

In the end, he cautiously lowered himself back to the floor, watching for any reaction from the creature. To his relief, it did nothing. 

That has to be a good sign, right? 

“Look, I know I have angered you. I invaded your privacy, but… Emeriel paused, realizing the beast was staring pointedly at the food in his hands. 

Shit. Of course, I shouldn’t have picked up the plate.