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

Chapter 165: His heart burned, his soul ached. Emeriel was in severe pain that no physical wound could match.

A soft knock at the door startled him. It creaked open, and Aekeira's head peeked in. "Em?"

Emeriel hastily dried his tears. "I'm here. Is something the matter?" He avoided looking at his sister, hoping she wouldn't come any closer.

But Aekeira noticed his discomfort. "Are you crying?" She entered the room, rounding the bed to stand before Emeriel. "You are." "I am fine, truly. It is just…" Emeriel sniffled, evading her probing eyes.

"It's the beast, isn't it?" It was more of a statement than a question. Aekeira sank onto the bed beside Emeriel. "Oh, Em…"

"It's just… I've tried not to feel like this, you know? But I can't help it." Emeriel gripped his chest, squeezing it to alleviate the unbearable pressure within. "I don't want him to die. My heart is breaking apart just thinking about it, Keira."

Aekeira regarded Emeriel as if he had lost his mind.

Emeriel shook his head. "I knew you wouldn't understand."

Aekeira wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a warm embrace. Emeriel sighed in gratitude, resting his head on her shoulder, allowing the tears to flow freely.

"I'm so sorry you're hurting, Em. You're right, I don't understand, but I'm trying to," she said, running soothing hands across his back. "It's okay, Em. I've got you."

Time passed, but Emeriel remained unaware of how long he wept. When he finally withdrew, Aekeira's shoulder was saturated with his tears. His sister rose and returned with a napkin, which she tenderly handed to him. He used it to wipe away his tears and blow his nose.

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"I'm sorry for crying all over you like that. I'm supposed to be male, all masculine and hard. Not crying and whining," Emeriel said, his voice thick with shame.

"To hell with that notion. You're exactly the way you're supposed to be. Perfect the way you are."

Emeriel gave a jerky nod and brushed a stray tear from his reddened eyes.

"You are really his Soulbond," Aekeira whispered, her tone tinged with bitterness. "Oh, Em. Why must fate play such a cruel trick?"

"I do not know. I simply do not know."

"How do you feel? I don't mean about the royal decree, but about being his soulmate. How does it feel?"

Emeriel thought about it, staring into space, searching for the right words. "Overwhelming. Intense. Surreal. It's as if my heart and body have a mind of their own when it comes to him. Even in his beast form, he has so much control over me, I have no idea how it'll feel to see him in his human form." Another sniffle escaped his lips. "And I want to, Keira. So much it's like a living hunger inside me."

"Gods above." Aekeira's eyes widened. "It's that intense? Why haven't you said anything to me, Em? I didn't know you were going through this."

"You already made it clear where you stand regarding the beast, Keira. How could I possibly begin to tell you about this?"

"I'm so sorry. I should have been more supportive." Aekeira drew him back into her embrace, her voice filled with remorse.

"Don't apologize for that. You have nothing to apologize for. The beast has hurt both of us. He's mindless and doesn't even take a human form. Who would want their sister pouring her heart out about such a creature?"

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