That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King’s Slave Mate Novel

Chapter 176: "But if the Grand Lord is searching for me, others may come. And if I delay in answering his summons, it will raise suspicion, possibly leading to an investigation. It is too dangerous, Master Boris."

Indeed, it was dangerous, dammit. Boris really wanted to mount this girl. But not at the expense of his own life. There would be another opportunity, right?

"Very well," he pushed himself away. "Dress quickly and leave. But I expect to see you here tomorrow night. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," she said, reaching for her chest bindings. Her hands trembled as she pulled on her clothes. "I have used scent suppressants so no one can detect my scent on you. You better not tell anyone."

"I won't."

Boris didn't believe her. There was a fire in her eyes that shouldn't have been there.

He closed the distance between them. "If you breathe a word of this to anyone, I will deny it all. I'm the master, and you're nothing but a mere human slave. No one will believe you."

"And even if they do, I'll manipulate my way out. After you're gone, your pretty sister will be my next target. She will pay dearly, I'll make sure of it."

The fight drained from her eyes, as though it had never been there. Her shoulders slumped, and her defiant chin lowered. Tears welled up in her eyes. "I won't tell," she whispered with a sigh of resignation. This time, Boris knew she meant it.

EMERIEL

Moments later, Emeriel left the barn and joined Madam Livia, whose steps were nearly upon the barn.

"My deepest apologies, Madam Livia. I was out at the-"

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"We've been searching for you for a long time. Lord Vladya summons you. Go and answer him. We'll talk afterward." Madam Livia took Emeriel's hand and led him back to the fortress.

When Emeriel arrived at the forbidden chambers, Lord Vladya was inside, arms crossed, watching the beast. A flicker of displeasure crossed his face as Emeriel entered.

"Where have you been?" Lord Vladya demanded, his voice as sharp as a blade.

Words failed him.

Emeriel had been furious with Amie after the betrayal.

How could she do that to him? But after hearing Boris's threats, he finally understood the difficult position the girl had been in-a suffocating place with no choice but to comply.

He needed to think of a lie. "I-I," Emeriel began, but his words were swallowed by a thunderous roar that echoed through the stone walls.

Emeriel jumped at the unexpected sound, and Grand Lord Vladya froze. They both turned their heads to look at the beast.

King Daemonikai's beast had broken free from its restraints and was now standing next to Emeriel. Its nostrils flared, sniffing the air.

Another roar erupted, louder and more ferocious than the first.

"What's going on?" Emeriel asked, his voice shaking, far from proud of his own fear.

"I do not know. Remain still." Lord Vladya's gaze never left the beast, which stalked in a circle around Emeriel. Its spiked tail twitched, poised to strike. Its massive chest heaved with ragged breaths. "He is agitated."

The beast surged forward, invading Emeriel's space. Massive, clawed hands gripped his shoulders, and it sniffed deeply again. The beast snarled, its hot breath washing over Emeriel's face.

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