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

Chapter 244: 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 darker than a storm with each stride.

For the first time in a very, very long time, a cold tendril of fear snaked 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 that her knuckles turned white. She slammed her door shut and collapsed onto 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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His mere presence filled a void inside her so well it was frightening. Then, that Urekai maid had to go into heat. Now, King Daemonikai was forced to sate his body.

On her way 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?

The grand king paced the room. His movements so tense and agitated that he was practically stomping from one end of the room to the other, sweating profusely from attempting to maintain control.

Alviara could bet a headache was pounding like a war drum in his skull. She was utterly confused, but the fierce scowl on King Daemonikai's face forced her to keep her mouth shut.

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