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

Chapter 252: She struggled fiercely, kicking and scratching, but they were too strong. One of them lifted her off her feet and slammed her against a tree, the rough bark biting into her back.

"Feisty," the leader purred, his fingers tracing a path along her jawline. "I like that."

Their hands roamed her body, invasive and violating.

Aekeira's breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes darting frantically for any sign of escape. "Wait," one of the men hissed, alarmed. "Who's that?"

Several hands paused, their attention drawn to a figure lurking in the shadows.

A tall, slender silhouette, partially obscured by the darkness, yet unmistakably there.

Aekeira's gaze followed theirs and her heart leaped to her throat.

Even cloaked in darkness, that stature, that regal bearing, the flowing robe, and the cascade of long hair were unmistakable.

Grand Lord Vladya.

EMERIEL

Emeriel lay on the creaky wooden table, feeling a chill seep into her back and stomach, her intimate areas tingling uncomfortably from the invasive checks. Orin regarded her with an inscrutable expression.

"You may re-enter, My Lord," the healer called out, her voice echoing slightly in the quaint, though well-kept room.

Lord Herod entered, the door groaning on its hinges. His presence filled the small but homely space.

"She has erratic heats," Orin said, confirming Emeriel's deepest fears. "We cannot pinpoint the exact day it will come, but it is imminent. We are speaking of a matter of days."

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"Days?" Emeriel's voice rose an octave, horrified.

The healer nodded gravely. "Not only are your heats erratic, but they also display unusual patterns, indicating irregularity. The four mini-heats confirmed this. Typically, heats stabilize after successfully bonding with a male. However, until you are bonded, your body will keep lashing out, desperately seeking a union with your male in the only manner it knows."

Emeriel swallowed, her gaze fixed on the worn wooden planks beneath her.

"The good news is," Orin continued, "your male is here with you, correct? Hence, the preparation need not be extensive for he is always by your side."

Lord Herod stepped forward, his expression pained. "I must be honest, Orin. I am not her male. In fact, her true mate is… unavailable."

"Oh. That complicates matters." A frown marred Orin's brow. "With such an intense build-up, I doubt another male could satisfy her needs. As a Syren, her body is attuned to a specific soul, either her Soulbond or a compatible soul who could be her bondmate. Should he be unavailable, her body may reject a substitute on that day. Her heat will not be merciful."

All the blood drained from Emeriel's face.

Orin pressed on, her voice urgent and filled with concern. "This situation is delicate. Most Syrens require time to identify their mate. Should there be any male she genuinely cares for, he must be present during her heat. Otherwise, it could be disastrous."

They discussed her as if she were not there. Emeriel wet her parched lips. "Can… can the arrival of full heat be delayed?"

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