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

Chapter 345: "What makes you think you're good enough for our grand king?" Another masked man spat. "You actually spent your heat with him, which is why you stink of him, like he pissed all over you. How dare you!? You're not worth a strand of his hair!"

"Enough talk," another said impatiently. "Light the fire and let's be done with this."

"NO," a different one growled, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "I think we should have some fun first before killing her. To waste her like that, without a single ounce of pleasure, seems like such a shame. Don't you think?"

"He's right," another chimed in. "She's his Soulbond. Specifically created to belong to the grand king. I mean, aren't you even a little curious to… explore her?" "Exactly," the one referred to as G agreed, his gaze sweeping over her. "She might be human, but she's far from ugly. Just look at those breasts… still swollen from her heat. There's no rush to kill her; we can take our time."

Emeriel was panting, her frantic heartbeat making her ears ring. They were going to kill her. Strip her from existence as if she had never been. No one knows where she is. No one can save her. No one-

A small whisper cut through the chaos in her mind. Someone can.

Your beloved.

Emeriel stilled, the words echoing in her head repeatedly.

Her first instinct was to reach for the only one who could help her, to call to him through their bond. But then she hesitated.

If I do… my secrets will be exposed.

There would be no hiding that she was a female. That Emeriel was Galilea. That she was his Soulbond.

Could she do it? Could she summon the courage to reveal everything, to risk everything?

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Wouldn't it be better to just die?

Death would mean silence.

No rejection, no humiliation, no disgraceful execution.

If she died now, no one would ever have to know how she lived- her secrets and lies.

It was tempting, so tempting…

But if she died, she would never see him again. Never feel his arms around her.

If I'm found out, I will lose him anyway. Emeriel squeezed her eyes shut, tears slipping down her cheeks. I can't call him. I can't!

"Our orders were to kill her, you fool," the angriest of the group snapped. "Keep it in your pants. The kingdom is overflowing with female holes you can stick that in. Find one of those!"

"Enough!" A commanding voice boomed from the back, silencing the others as they stepped closer. "We've wasted enough time. Why are we arguing? No one's touching her. G, control yourself. The orders from R were to kill her, not have fun. Now light the damn fire!"

A sob escaped Emeriel's lips. Resting her head against the rough wood, she closed her eyes, resigned.

Deep within her soul, she reached out, calling with all her heart silently through the bond:

"My Beloved, I need your help. My Beloved… please, help me."

GRAND LORD VLADYA

Grand Lord Vladya stood in the doorway of his chambers, his mind clearer, his body refreshed. A court proceeding was ongoing, yet he found it difficult to leave. His body still hummed with satisfaction as he watched Aekeira curled beneath the sheets, sleeping peacefully in his bed.

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