That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97 

EMERIEL 

Emeriel’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. hell tear you apart if you touch met Dont- 

“Silenice, wretch! Do you really think you’re special to our feral king?” the soldier barked into Emeriel’s ear. “I will slit your throat and see how precious you are then!” 

The now–familiar urge returned. 

A persistent rush just like that fateful day in court. This time, Emeriel did not fight it. He surrendered. 

“My beloved, I need your help. My beloved, please help me,” Emeriel’s desperate cries echoed against the cold stone walls. 

His voice trembled with fear and dread. What if the beast does not answer his plea? 

“What the hell is he saying?” one of them cackled. 

A roar filled the air. It tore through the silence like a guttural explosion that seemed to shake the very foundations of the fortress. 

“What in the name of all that’s holy… 

“Gods above… 

Frantically, the soldiers glanced around, desperate to pinpoint the source of the sound. “Could that have been the feral?” 

“Do not be a fool, the one holding Emeriel barked. “Let us get this boy out of here before someone spots- 

The crack of splintering wood cut him off. An ear–splitting snarlipped through the air, followed by a blur of movement, too fast to track. 

Ukrac preserve us, breathed another soldier, his voice burely a whisper. 

Panic rippled around them as the soldiers scattered like ants, their boots slapping against the stone floor, But the beast was a blur of muscle and fury, cutting them off with lightning speed. 

It lunged, a whirlwind of claws and teeth, each strike tearing flesh and bone. Screams echoed, mixing with the sickening scent of copper. 

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Chapter 97 

Emeriel’s adrenaline surged numbing his senses. He’d come. His beloved came for him. 

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As the beast killed the last of its attackers, Emeriel stumbled forward, throwing himself into the beast’s blood–soaked embrace, 

“Thank you,” he choked out, burying his face in the creature’s thick fur. “Thank you, my King, thank you.” 

The beast paused, its rage seeming to ebb away. A gentle nudge from his massive head, accompanied by a soft, rumbling growl, conveyed a warmth that belied its fearsome anger. 

“Do not die.” Emeriel whispered, his words tight with emotion. Tears welled up in his eyes. “They’re going to kill you tomorrow, and I… I cannot bear it. I refuse to believe you are as mindless as they say. I wish I could save you. I wish I could 

save you. 

Emeriel pulled back, his face pale. The beast lowered him to his feet but did not release its hold. Emeriel did not mind. 

“I know you’re in there, somewhere. I just don’t know how to reach you, he murmured, his voice heavy with sorrow. 

The beast rumbled again, its gaze slowly moving to Emeriel’s neck, fixing there pointedly. 

Emeriel held his breath, his heart pounding. Was that some sort of…communication? 

“Are you trying to tell me something?” Helplessness mingled with desperate hope. “I wish I could understand.” 

And then, he felt something else. 

His blood surged through his veins, and a tingling warmth followed. Emeriel yearned, with a sudden, fierce intensity, for the beast to drink from him once more, 

He tilted his head, baring the vulnerable curve of his neck. “Drink,” he rasped, “Please, I want you to… to drink from me again.” 

It seemed the beast had been waiting for the invitation. A rough tongue lashed across his neck, followed by the sharp sting of a fang. 

The beast had begun to feed. 

GRAND LORD VLADYA 

Grand Lord Vladya stood frozen, hidden in the shadows. He watched, his hand gripping Yaz’s arm, 

stunned Speechless. Unable to tear his gaze away. 

After centuries of existence, filled with so many experiences bot wondrous and horrific, very little could genuinely surprise him anymore. 

He had borne witness to the full spectrum of the world’s nature the beautiful heights of goodness and the abyssal depths of evil. Yet, even with a past scarred by darkness, he had never, in all his extensive life, envisioned a sight such as this. 

Daemonikai had broken free to answer the boy’s call. The boy’s strange call. 

Vladya’s voice caught in his throat, a strange knot of emotions twisting in his chest. 

“Your Highness, did the feral beast of the grand king just… communicate with that boy?” Yaz’s voice, though hushed, held a tremor that betrayed his normally unflappable demeanor.