That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 178

Chapter 178:

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He heard Lord Vladya send a soldier to the eastern wings to fetch Grand Lord Ottai. Screams rose in the distance, rising above the pounding of Emeriel’s pulse. Chaos spread like wildfire through the village. Soon, a small crowd trailed behind, their voices a mix of terror and curiosity as they wondered where the beast was headed.

By the time Emeriel caught up with Lord Vladya, he was breathless, and they had ventured quite far from the fortress. They stood before a small hut not far from the tavern, where another gathering had formed. Grand Lord Zaiper had also arrived, completing the assembly of grand lords. And there, in front of the hut, stood the beast.

A strangled cry, laced with raw terror, ripped through the air. “What is going on—Holy Ukrae!” Master Boris’s voice reached Emeriel before the man stumbled out of the house. The slave master’s face was drained of color, his eyes wide with primal fear as he took in the sight of the raging, panting beast in front of his home. Never had Emeriel imagined he’d witness such stark terror contort Master Boris’s features.

Master Boris’s gaze whipped through the small crowd with frantic desperation, finally landing on Emeriel like a hawk seizing its prey. “You wretched creature! You betrayed me? After I explicitly warned you not to?”

Oh, to hell with this. He was done fearing him.

Emeriel glared daggers in his direction. Do your worst, stupid fool.

“Fine then!” Boris raged. “I am delighted that everyone is here, for I shall reveal—”

The beast loomed over him, lifting him off the ground with a single, powerful hand. The feral ripped Boris’s shoulder off, then the other, leaving the slave master’s arms dangling uselessly.

The sound of rending flesh and crunching bone echoed as Boris screamed in agony, his limbs torn from his body. Gasps of horror filled the air, faces contorted in terror.

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Yet, the beast was not done. The slave master’s legs were next. A wet, meaty sound followed as they were torn from his torso.

The beast swiftly severed Boris’s head from his shoulders, raised it high into the air, and let out a victorious roar before tossing it aside. It landed with a sickening thud, rolling to a stop in a growing pool of blood.

The people erupted into screams, running for their lives. Their shouts of terror reverberated through the night as they scattered in all directions. In the aftermath, only the grand lords remained, their faces pale, their eyes reflecting shock and wariness.

“We must fight the beast now. Let us shift!” Lord Zaiper told the others.

“Not yet,” Lord Vladya snapped. “If it has no intention of attacking, and we assume a fighting stance by shifting, we would be provoking it.”

“Lord Vladya is correct. What if our actions agitate it further and force it to engage? We would be endangering our people,” Lord Ottai added.

“Do you two not hear yourselves? Why would a feral not engage us—oh…” Lord Zaiper’s words died in his throat as he saw the beast turn and walk away.

It stalked towards Emeriel and stopped. A hush fell over the assembly of grand lords as they watched the beast touch the boy’s face in a gentle caress. In a move that defied all logic, the feral scooped the boy up and placed him upon its hulking shoulder, then lumbered away. Back to the towers of Ravenshadow.

Emeriel held her breath, rigid as stone, as the beast entered the forbidden chambers and came to a halt. It lowered her until her feet touched the ground.

After witnessing the way in which he’d killed Master Boris, fear clawed at Emeriel’s insides. A relentless, icy dread seeped back into her bones.

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