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

Chapter 367: To be loved like this, what would it feel like? Emeriel would never know. She grabbed at her chest, trying to physically hold herself together, as if clutching her heart could somehow soothe the river of pain flowing from it. It did not help. Nothing could.

The ache was too great; it was simply too much. And it wasn't just hers-it was his.

From the moment Emeriel rose from sleep, she had felt his anguish. Even when he tried to be calm, when he battled to keep it contained, she had felt every misery, every anger, and sorrow he carried. Speaking of his family had her nearly suffocating, as though she, too, were being buried under it. Crushing and merciless, until Emeriel could no longer tell where his pain ended and hers began.

Please, stop, I beg of you. "All that is left is this… this rage. Bitterness. All that is left is this need to destroy, and gods, do I wish to massacre every single human and bathe. In. Their. Blood." His eyes turned bloodshot as he began to pace again. "I will not take a mate, and I certainly will not take a human mate. I will kill us both before I let that happen. Put me out of my misery and send you back to whatever creator thought it would be fun to do this! Be it Ukrae, the Fates, or the damn Moon Goddess!"

"Daemon-" Emeriel took a step closer. My heart. Heavens, my heart…

"Do not come near me!" he barked, his deadly glare stopping her in her tracks. "I am NOT feeding that bond any more than it's already been fed. Stay the hell away from me!"

The storm swallowed her.

"I had no choice!" Emeriel screamed.

It came from deep within her, from every part of her shattered being. "I have never had a choice in any of this! Since the day I was born, every part of my life has been dictated for me. My own identity-chosen for me by my parents! I had no choice when I was sold into slavery. I was brought here, my freedom ripped away, and as if that was not enough, my own body turned against me!"

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King Daemonikai froze mid-step, watching her, as Emeriel's mind screamed at her to stop. To rein in the torrent, but Emeriel could not. She simply could… not.

"My own body betrayed me, changing, going into heats… I never wanted any of this! Ever!" she cried, raw and frenzied. "I just wanted to be a normal female. But I can't because I was suddenly a Syren, and worse than that, I belonged to someone. I had no choice in becoming a Syren, just like I had no choice in who I belonged to!" Every scream was a loaded rifle, shooting pain as bullets. She was sobbing again, unable to help it.

"My whole life, every choice, has been taken from me…" Closing the distance between them, Emeriel beat at his solid chest with her fists. "You are not the only one who has been forced into this! I never had a choice either! Stop treating me like I tried to trap you, like I wanted this! I didn't ask them-" She pointed upward, her words

Cut off by her own sobs, "To do this to us! I never asked for any of this!" Her fists pounded against his chest again and again, her strength draining with each blow. "I am sorry for the lies; I am sorry for the deceit. But it was the only way I knew to survive. You and your people would have killed me! I needed to survive too!"

The last of her strength left her, and Emeriel collapsed to the floor in front of him, her body folding in on itself as she wept, shaking uncontrollably, drained and exhausted.

"I was a victim too," she whispered, her voice barely audible through the tears. "I was a victim too…"

EMERIEL

Emeriel wept.

She lost awareness of everything-her problems, her surroundings, even who she was with. Surrendering to the pain once more, Emeriel mourned everything she had wanted and all that would never be hers. She mourned the horrible, horrible life she lived.

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