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

Chapter 889 Chapter 889: Lady Sinai's funeral had been held a week earlier. Her body had been found in the border forest, attacked by wild animals during the lunar eclipse. It was believed she had tried to flee to the werewolf territories but had been brutally attacked. Her remains were recovered and buried in the Citadel. Emeriel didn't know what was said about her, but... she was glad the woman was gone for good. Hopefully, Daemonikai's next blood guest would be a good woman. Someone like Lady Merilyn: kind, stable, and devoted. Until then, Emeriel would feed and care for him herself.

She had even adjusted her diet. While her blood never fully satisfied his needs as a blood host would, he was never truly hungry, so he was safe. With her bloodlust under control and her sexual urges naturally latent after childbirth, as was typical in her species, she hadn't had a wild episode since the last one. Some days, she grew restless... sometimes, even the voices would become a murmur. But in general, she was fine. Sinai's letter led to the discovery of the hidden den where Zaiper had locked the females to breed during their heat.

Some were found too late; lives had already been lost before rescue could arrive, but many were still alive. Emaciated and scarred, but alive. Some days, her great king would visit the dungeon to see Zaiper. He would return hours later, his clothes stained with blood. He never spoke of what he had done there. He simply bathed, put on a clean robe, and went to spend the night with her and the children. Emeriel didn't ask, there was no need to. With Lady Vladya's soul restored, her sister was glowing. Her son, Aleksian, was just as fussy as her Heraxiolia, but that was no problem.

Their children were the best part of their days. She was happier than ever. And Aekeira was, too. The screams of Zaiper echoed down the dungeon hall, bouncing off the walls. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Findηʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. gαℓησνs․com, the place for amazing tales Daemonikai cut off his leg with a scimitar, whistling a slow, melodic sound. Blood splattered, staining Daemonikai's tunic and forming a growing pool on the floor. . . .