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

Chapter 239: Emeriel's eyes widened in alarm. What was happening? The grand king's eyes flickered, the green momentarily overtaken by a hint of yellow. Then he rose from his chair with lethal grace and strode past Emeriel, exiting the hall.

The commotion outside grew louder. A noise of hushed whispers and hurried footsteps. Emeriel's nerves were distressed with each passing moment. Unable to contain her curiosity, she stepped out of the dining hall, too.

Urekai maids huddled in small groups at every corner, their voices low and urgent. The soldiers were nowhere to be seen.

Emeriel approached one of the groups, feigning nonchalance as she listened in on their conversation. "She should be in her home," one maid whispered, eyes wide with alarm. "Why would she let herself go into full heat here in the fortress?"

"That was a foolish thing to do," another agreed. "Does she not know her cycle?"

"Very foolish indeed. Her scent has traveled far. I'm sure every unbonded male in Frostfall and even Blackstone can smell it."

A smaller voice chimed in, "Maybe she has erratic heat?"

"True," a chorus of agreement followed. "Very unpredictable. Might be why she was unaware it would happen today."

"I pity her," one maid said with a wince. "She will be dragged into the woods and mounted by at least ten of them before her heat is sated. The recovery will be excruciating."

"Not if the grand lords can stop it," another replied. "His Grace has already left."

Emeriel backed away, heart pounding. A maid in full heat? The scent so potent it lured every unbonded male toward her?

Lord Herod said it was unusual to have four minis. Does it mean I also have erratic heat, and it, too, will come at any moment without warning?

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Emeriel swallowed hard, a knot forming in her lower belly.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

"They are here," Ottai signaled, his voice cutting through the dense forest air with urgency. Daemonikai followed, Zaiper on his heels.

The arousal coursing through Daemonikai felt alien, unfamiliar. He was as hard as stone, consumed by a desire to hunt down the source of the scent and mount her. To ride her so thoroughly, she would not be able to walk for days.

Control, he reminded himself fiercely. You are going to save the girl, not attack her.

He drew in a deep, steadying breath. It had been so long since a heat had affected him this way. When the scent had first hit him, a flood of dizzying arousal crashed over his senses, and it had taken him a moment to understand what was happening.

"Get away from her, all of you!" Ottai barked as they approached the girl.

The soldiers - Daemonikai counted at least fifteen - snarled at the fourth ruler, their eyes glazed with lust and defiance. The primal urge to mount the female in heat had overridden their reason.

The girl lay sprawled on the dusty ground, her clothes disheveled and bunched around her chest, her legs spread wide. Her eyes were glazed over with arousal, her face contorted in a mixture of sex-lust and pain, pleading silently for relief.

"Step away from the girl, all of you!" Zaiper ordered.

Several of the soldiers hissed in response. Their claws extended, their bodies tensed, ready to fight for their claim.

Daemonikai allowed his beast to rise to the surface, his body undergoing a partial shift. He grew taller, his muscles bulging, his features hardening into his fierce, hybrid form.

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