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

Chapter 192: He knew. Somehow, the feral knew that using fewer fangs while bloodfeeding in beast form would reduce the risk of harming the feeder.

Soft moans of pleasure emanated from the boy, his body writhing restlessly as the beast's elixir coursed through his veins. But if the feral did not stop soon, it would drain the boy completely.

The boy came with a throaty whimper. Shudders rippled through his small frame. He squirmed even closer to the beast, burrowing deeper, as if he wanted to disappear into that fur.

And the feral placed a hand on his back, caressing the boy. SECOND TO LAST CHAPTER FOR PART 1.

"Ukrae," Yaz's voice broke the silence once more, filled with astonishment. "Your Highness, if the grand king continues, he will drain the boy."

It was true. Finally, Vladya managed to overcome his shock, forcing his stiff limbs to move. Yet his steps faltered after a single stride.

He watched, transfixed, as Daemonikai's beast withdrew its fang from the boy's neck, all on its own, sealing the wound with a gentle swipe of its tongue.

"They will kill you," the boy's voice was a fragile whisper against the beast's fur, barely audible even to Vladya's heightened senses. "I don't want you to die."

But Vladya had heard it. Every word, every tremor of despair.

He had heard Emeriel's plea for help, the beast's answering roar, the raw exchange of trust and need, and now, this.

"I wish for you to get better," Emeriel's words were starting to slur now. "Oh… I feel drowsy."

The boy was high as the heavens. Blood-drunk, just like his sister.

The lingering scent of Aekeira still clung to him, intertwined with the warmth of her moisture on his inner robe.

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Vladya needed to leave before the beast sensed his presence and considered him a threat. He retreated, his steps quick and silent, with Yaz following behind him.

His head spun with a whirlwind of thoughts, his mind racing to make sense of it all.

There were missing pieces, gaps that needed to be filled. Vladya needed time to think and connect the dots. He was overlooking something- that tiny, elusive detail that would finally make everything come together and make sense.

What in the world just happened back there? What had he just witnessed? He would find out.

AEKEIRA

That night, Aekeira sat beside Emeriel's bed. Her fingers gently combing through her sleeping sister's jet-black hair, her gaze fixed on the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest.

"My brave, brave little sister," she whispered.

To think she'd been blissfully unaware while Em had fought for her life today-not once, but twice-filled Aekeira with a shame she couldn't shake.

Guilt gnawed at her. Aekeira should protect her little sister, not the other way around. She was the elder, after all.

Aekeira was the weak one, always hiding behind Em's courage. Em was the one who worked extra hard, not only to keep up with the boys but to shield her sister in the process.

Their lives had always been harsh, yet they had found happiness in each other. Even amidst sorrow, they had shared smiles.

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