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

UREKAI:

In the days of old, the Urekai were known as the strongest and most powerful beings in the world. The ancient tongue referred to them as ‘fearsome beasts’ because:

Like werewolves, they could transform into beasts. Like vampires, they consumed blood.

And they walked among humans without anyone knowing.

These ageless, peaceful, and selfless beings preferred to keep to themselves. Despite being feared and distrusted, they never responded with aggression. They granted passage to any species wishing to enter their lands beyond the great mountain, welcoming all.

However, five centuries ago, an unexpected species attacked the Urekai during their one night of weakness: the humans. While protecting his people, Grand King Daemonikai lost control of his mind and went feral, becoming a danger to the very people he had vowed to protect.

Though it seemed impossible, the Urekai managed to capture their king’s beast form, imprisoning him in a secure cage to ensure he could never escape. But consumed by hatred for humans, the Urekai descended into darkness, becoming the fearsome beasts others had always feared them to be. They wore their monstrosity with pride.

HUMANS: After invading the Urekai, a mysterious virus outbreak struck. No one knew where it came from, but many speculated that their attack on the Urekai had triggered it. While most males eventually recovered after a long struggle, the virus proved fatal for the majority of females.

Survivors rarely gave birth to female children. Those who remained or were born became scarce and highly sought-after commodities.

In many kingdoms, greedy fathers sold their daughters to breeding houses. Some were forced into pleasure houses, existing solely for men’s enjoyment. Others faced terrible abuse in exchange for protection.

Even the wealthy and privileged could not guarantee the safety of the females in their lives, as the mere sight of a female—whether an infant, a young girl, or an elderly woman—drew unwanted attention. Female children faced constant danger. They were not safe in society.

PROLOGUE

HUMAN LAND: THE KINGDOM OF NAVIA.

“It’s a g-girl, your highness,”

Prince Garret froze.

As he turned, he looked at the palace healer, whose hands rested on his exhausted wife’s body, shaking uncontrollably.

He had secretly arranged the delivery months ago, and now they were hidden in one of the underground rooms of the palace, where his beloved wife, Pandora, was giving birth.

“What did you just say to me?” Prince Garret hoped he had heard wrong. Perhaps it had been a mistake.

Please, gods, let it be a mistake!

But the pity on the older man’s face couldn’t be disguised. The palace healer turned the little bundle.

“The baby is a girl.”

Terror crossed Pandora’s face as she adjusted herself to get a closer look at her baby.

“No. Oh, the gods, please no…” She shook her head vigorously, fresh tears gathering in her eyes.

Tears welled in the healer’s eyes.

“I’m so sorry, your highness.”

Pandora cried out, burying her face in her husband’s waiting arms, sobs ripping from her throat.

Garret felt numb as he held his wife.

His first daughter, Aekeira, wasn’t even four yet, and the king was already negotiating with the kingdom of Cavar to sell her to the highest bidder.

Because, apparently, Navia “could use more funds.” King Orestus might be Garret’s brother, but he was a tyrant, and his word was law.

Now, another girl child? Two daughters? Tears filled Garret’s eyes as he looked upon the crying bundle wiggling in the healer’s arms.

The world was not safe for either of his daughters.

“I’ll raise her like a boy,” Pandora declared suddenly.

The healer’s eyes widened. “Are you suggesting we keep her identity a secret?”

“Yes,” Pandora affirmed, her resolve strengthening. “This child will never be seen as a girl. No one will ever find out.”

“B-but, it’s impossible to hide something like this, your majesty.” The healer panicked. “The king will order our execution!”

“Then, we take the secret to our grave,” Pandora’s voice was fierce. “I was unable to protect my first daughter, but by the Light-gods, I will protect my second.” Too dangerous, but Garret was all for it too. This was their best chance to keep their daughter safe, and they would take it.

“As far as we are concerned, the child I bore today was a male.” Pandora looked at the baby. “His name is Emeriel. Emeriel Galilea Evenstone.” Emeriel.

It’s a neutral name, and it also means “Sky’s Protection” in the old tongue. Garret liked it.

Fitting, too, for their daughter would need all the luck and protection in the world.

“I agree,” Garret spoke aloud.

With the plan fully in his mind, Garret swore the two other men in the room to secrecy.

That night, Garret and his wife stood by the baby’s small cradle, watching their newborn sleep. Across the room, their three-year-old daughter, Aekeira, lay curled under a blanket, her tiny chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm.

“In all my years on this earth, I’ve never seen anyone bear two female children, Garret,” Pandora whispered, her voice cracking.

She glanced up at him, her eyes glistening with tears. “I don’t know what this means for us… or for them.”

Garret placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Maybe it means they have a great destiny to fulfill.”

“Or a great sorrow in their future,” Pandora’s eyes drifted to the baby.

Their eldest, worriedly, asked, “I’m so scared for them. How could something like this happen?”

“Perhaps you’ve been touched by the gods, my darling,” Garret said in comfort.

“I really doubt that. Why me? Why us?” He had no answer to that.

“If that’s true,” Pandora sniffled, brushing her fingers over the baby’s soft cheek, “may that god always protect my babies. We won’t always be here to do that.”

Garret pulled his wife into his arms, holding her close, fighting to hide his own worry.

Because, she was right.

What were the odds of a couple in these times bearing not just one, but two daughters?

None. Absolutely none.

As he gazed at their sleeping children, a prayer rose in his heart.

“Whatever god you are, please… protect our angels.”

Twenty-One Years Later

PRINCE EMERIEL

“He’s so pretty,” a voice murmured.

“It’s the feminine prince,” another one said.

The third man had lust in his eyes. “No man should have hair that gorgeous.”

Prince Emeriel ignored them all as he moved from the palace grounds into the building, his head held high. Just because he was used to the unwanted attention didn’t mean it didn’t make his skin crawl.

He might have lived as a boy all his life, but it didn’t exactly keep him safe. Men of Navia would stick their phallus in anything with a hole, especially if it looked remotely feminine.

But Emeriel’s senses were always on high alert. Which is probably why he was the only twenty-one-year-old virgin in Navia.

That, and his sister, Princess Aekeira, always did everything in her power to protect him. To make sure his secrets remained tightly hidden.

A carriage accident had taken their parents fifteen years ago, and King Orestus had adopted them. That tyrant made life a living hell for them.

Emeriel entered the hallway to Aekeira’s chambers when he heard it.

Whimpers.

Soft, pain-filled whimpers.

That sound was coming from…

Rage surged through Emeriel. Not this again!

Determined, he stormed down the hall and shoved the door open, unsheathing his sword.

“Get away from my sister right this instant, Lord Murphy, or I swear to the sky I will cut you down where you stand!” Emeriel snarled.

The minister of human affairs’ face twisted with irritation, and he stopped thrusting.

“Go away, little prince. You’re ruining the fun.”

Emeriel hated the jab “little prince,” but surely not as much as he hated being called a “slight prince.” Over the years, the people of Navia had given him many names because of his small and feminine appearance.

“Get away from her right now!” Emeriel strode purposefully toward the bed, seizing Lord Murphy and pushing him away from Aekeira.

With a satisfying thud, the old oaf tumbled to the floor. Aekeira rose from the bed, clutching her vulnerable body, her face red from crying, eyes tired and swollen. Emeriel pulled his sister into his arms, hugging her tightly.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Keira.”

“It was not your fault.”

“Why the hell would you do that!?” Lord Murphy rose angrily.

“I won Princess Aekeira fair and square in the card game at the gathering last night. The king wagered with her and lost to me! I was supposed to have her for at least two hours!”

Emeriel’s eyes blazed as he whirled around to face him.

“If you put your hands on her again, I swear to the sky, I will cut off your male organ, Lord Murphy.”

“You will not dare!”

“I’ll gladly take whatever punishment the king gives,” Emeriel stated with conviction, “but you will be without your manhood. Choose wisely.”

Lord Murphy’s eyes widened, his hands flying protectively over his crotch, his face reddening with anger.

“The king will hear of this!” The minister snarled. Taking his clothes, he marched out of the room.

“Oh, Em, why did you do that?” Aekeira’s eyes filled with worry.

“The king might punish you with the hot whip again.”

“I do not care. Let us go to my room.”

Putting his sword away, Emeriel could not even look his sister in the eyes, dangerously close to tears himself. Helping Aekeira into her clothes, he led her out and down the hallway.

That age-old guilt crept down Emeriel’s spine. Aekeira always protected him, even when it made her the sole target. His sister never hated him, but Emeriel hated himself for it.

Aekeira was always bubbly and happy, but in times like this, when her body was violated, she mostly looked tired—wearied by the world. She was worried about the next aristocrat the king would hand her over to.

Much later, freshly cleaned up, Aekeira lay on the bed, closing her eyes.

“Em? My worst nightmare when I was younger was thinking I would be sold to an aristocrat in Cavar, but now, I almost wish that heartless king had gone ahead with it, instead of changing his mind,” Aekeira whispered.

“Please, don’t say that,” Emeriel held her hand. “That kingdom is a nightmare. Anywhere is better than Cavar, sister. Well, except beyond the great mountain, of course.” Just the thought made Emeriel shiver. The Urekai dwelled beyond those mountains.

“Sometimes I wish I could leave this godforsaken kingdom.” A single tear slipped from Aekeira’s eyes.

“Me too, Keira. Me too.”

That night, after bathing, Emeriel stood before the mirror, staring at his reflection.

His long, silken black hair fell over his shoulders, cascading like a waterfall. With his hair down like this, he looked like what he truly was. A girl.

What would it feel like to live freely, like the person the mirror reflected? To not live in fear of the next man who might seek to take advantage of him, like they did his sister?

Emeriel fantasized about marrying the man of his dreams. A protector. Someone powerful enough to keep him safe, shield him from predators, and sweep him off his feet with immense strength and love. All delusion. But a sweet one, nonetheless.

Reality was far too ugly.

Shaking it off, he crawled into bed and closed his eyes, letting sleep take him.

The dream began as it always did.

The man filled the doorway, hidden in the shadows. He was big, larger and more masculine than any man Emeriel had ever seen.

Tall like a giant, he made Emeriel feel small, like a cornered prey.

“Who are you?” Emeriel’s drowsy voice came out shaky, filled with fear. “What do you want from me?”

“You are mine,” he said, his voice deep as rolling thunder. “Meant to be on your knees for me. On your back. To be fucked so hard your legs quake. I’ll drill into you until you’re open, gaping for me. You were meant to beg for me all the time. Only mine.”

Emeriel’s face burned with shock. So scandalized, he scrambled upright.

“Y-you shouldn’t say such improper things to me! It’s wrong!”

But the mysterious man stepped into Emeriel’s bedroom, emerging from the shadows. As he did, his body shifted into a… beast.

The most terrifying sight Emeriel had ever seen: a Urekai.

“Oh gods, oh gods,” Emeriel’s breath hitched in terror, panic setting in. Of all the shapeshifters in the world, why a UREKAI!?

It advanced with purpose. Its glowing yellow eyes bore into Emeriel, filled with hunger.

Shaking his head fiercely, Emeriel scrambled backward. “No, no, no! Leave me alone!” he shouted, “Guards! Someone, help!”

But no one came.

The beast leapt onto the bed, pinned Emeriel beneath it. Its claws tore through his clothing, exposing his vulnerable body to the creature’s hungry gaze.

With powerful force, it pushed Emeriel’s thighs apart, and its monstrous form pressed against him…

Emeriel jolted awake with a scream. His body was shaking, drenched in sweat, and he quickly glanced around the dark, empty room.

“It was just a dream,” he whispered, trembling. “Thank the gods. Just a dream.”

The same nightmare again. He had been having this dream for months now.

He swallowed hard, running a shaky hand through his hair. “Why do I keep having such a terrifying nightmare?” he murmured. The thought of a Urekai… No one in this world wanted to meet one. Certainly not Emeriel.

Yet, despite the terror, a lingering warmth from the dream stayed with him. His body felt different, the unsettling sensation not easily shaken.

What did this mean?

Stepping outside the next morning, two warriors stopped before Emeriel.

“The king summons you, my prince,” one of them said. “Your presence is needed in the courtroom.”

Shit. That foolish minister wasted no time ratting on him. Emeriel let out a breath. It’s just a whipping; he would be fine.

But as he walked down the hall toward the door, it felt eerily quiet.

Something was wrong.

The court was always noisy from the outside. Mutterings, murmurs, arguments—those were to be expected.

His worry deepened when the door opened, and all eyes didn’t turn to gaze at him condescendingly. Instead, everyone’s eyes were fixed on the center of the king’s court.

Emeriel’s gaze followed theirs.

Two men dressed in all-white robes, with long, straight, waist-length black hair, stood appearing harmless.

But a longer glance had Emeriel noticing muscles barely concealed under their robes, their slightly tipped ears, and their incredibly handsome faces, which were completely unreadable.

He froze.

Urekai.

These ones looked expensive and aristocratic.

Emeriel’s throat went dry. No one prayed to meet a Urekai face-to-face.

“What do you say, King Orestus?” the Urekai with the long scar running down his cheek spoke. He looked the most intimidating.

“No, this cannot happen,” King Orestus protested, looking terrified and doing a poor job of hiding it.

The frown on the scarred Urekai’s face deepened. Clearly, this was a being that did not take no for an answer.

“You are mistaken if you think we are giving you a choice, human king,” he said, taking a threatening step forward.

The ministers of the court gasped, shrinking back into their seats.

“Easy, Lord Vladya,” the other Urekai spoke, his voice gentler, imploring rather than commanding.

The scarred Urekai, Lord Vladya, gave the king a hard look that would make any man tremble. “It is the least you can do, human king. Give us the princess, and we will leave quietly.”

“We are ready to pay for her,” the other Urekai added, reaching into his robe and withdrawing a large bag of coins.

Fear receded. The king’s ears perked up with interest.

“Not just money—there are gold coins too,” the non-scarred Urekai said. Everyone gasped, including Emeriel. Gold coins were rare and highly valuable.

The Urekai continued, “All you have to do is hand the princess over, and this bag is yours.”

Wait…

Princess?

They couldn’t possibly mean…

The grand entrance opened again as two guards led Aekeira into the court.

No, no, no, not my sister.

Emeriel moved forward, but the guards who had escorted him stopped him in his tracks. He bit his lip hard, trying not to draw attention to himself, but it was incredibly difficult.

Surely, this couldn’t be what he thought it was. It had to be a dream. There was no way the Urekai were here to buy his sister as a slave…!

The two guards leading Aekeira to the center of the court stopped a few feet from the Urekai.

The terror on Aekeira’s face mirrored Emeriel’s feelings.

“So, let me get this straight,” King Orestus began. “All I need to do is sell her to you, and all this money is mine? There are no other conditions? Nothing else?”

“Yes,” the non-scarred Urekai responded.

Lord Vladya moved forward, closing the distance between him and Aekeira, who was visibly shaking now.

Cupping Aekeira’s cheek and tilting her head to the side to get a better look, he appeared utterly disgusted. “She’ll do.”

King Orestus picked up his gavel and struck it hard on his desk. “Sold! From this moment on, Princess Aekeira belongs to the Urekai.”

“WHAT!?” The shout escaped Emeriel’s lips before he could stop it.

He ran toward the center of the courtroom and fell to his knees. “Please don’t sell my sister to them. Not to the Urekai! Please, Your Majesty.”

The king gave him a bored look. “It’s out of my hands now, Emeriel.”

It’s out of his…

Emeriel couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You can’t let this happen. She’s your niece too! How could you do this?”

He wasn’t proud that his voice turned high-pitched like a girl’s as he practically screamed, but he didn’t care. “You know a fate worse than death awaits her beyond the great mountain! How could you agree to sell her to them?”

“As if he has a choice,” Lord Vladya scoffed, his deep baritone filled with cynicism.

Emeriel whirled around to face them, anger blanketing his features. But as he stared into those intimidating gray eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to give in to his rage.

He had read in one of the books that an Urekai had the power to take a life without physical contact. It might just be a rumor, but with his sister’s life on the line, he had no intention of testing that theory.

“I will go too. Where Aekeira goes, I go,” Emeriel said, lifting his chin defiantly.

Aekeira snapped her head toward Emeriel, her eyes wide with terror. “No! What are you doing, Em?”

“I’m going with you,” Emeriel stated firmly.

Lord Vladya arched a perfectly shaped brow. “No. We have no need for you; we only need your sister.”

Emeriel stood. “I don’t care. Take me too. If you leave me here, I will always try to come to her. I will cross the great mountains if I have to!”

Lord Vladya laughed, but there was no humor in the cold sound. “Without the rite of passage, the great mountain will swallow you whole. You’ll never make it to the other side.”

“I’ll take my chances,” Emeriel vowed.

“No! My brother is not coming,” Aekeira interjected, turning pleading eyes to Emeriel. “Don’t do this, Em. I’m already doomed. I don’t want you to face the same fate.”

“If you come with us, you will be taken as our slave,” Lord Vladya stated, pinning Emeriel with a stare. “Urekai do not care if you’re male or female; you will serve in any way your master wants you. Whether it’s in the mines or the cellar, on your back, bent over, or on your knees. If you agree to be our slave too, your free will ends today.”

A shiver ran through Emeriel’s spine.

“Do you know what it means to be an Urekai’s slave, little human? You’re a pretty boy; you will not lack masters to service.”

Fear seeped through his core. If everything he had heard growing up and read in books were true, being an Urekai’s slave was worse than being a human’s slave.

And my dreams…

I should be running in a different direction…!

But he steeled his spine. “Where my sister goes, I go.”

“We did not agree to get two slaves,” the second Urekai said.

“That is settled then,” Lord Vladya continued, as if he had never spoken.

Reaching into his robe, the scarred Urekai pulled out another bag of coins, throwing both onto the floor toward the king. “We will take both.”

“Sold!” King Orestus banged his gavel again.

Aekeira cried for over an hour after they left the courtroom.

At first, she had been angry, shouting at Emeriel about his foolish decision. And then, she broke down, crying as if her heart had been shattered. Now, they were left alone in a tiny room on the boat.

Emeriel remained quiet throughout his sister’s breakdown, the weight of his decision finally sinking in. By the Light-gods, he was now a slave. Lower than a lowborn. Lower than a carpet servant.

And not just any slave, but a Urekai slave. Or many Urekai—Emeriel had no idea yet.

He would serve those heartless, ruthless beings who despised humans.

“You’re a pretty boy; you will not lack masters to service.” A shiver coursed down Emeriel’s spine. They were going to violate his body.

What he had always dreamed of would finally come true. Only now, it wouldn’t be just one beast; it would be many. As many as his master wanted.

They would spread him apart, subjecting him to that dreadful act of sex.

Emeriel swallowed the bile rising in his throat. His breath seized as panic set in.

“Breathe, Em. Come on,” Aekeira appeared by his side, rubbing his back. “In… and out… come on, Em.”