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

Chapter 283: This one, however, had sobbed herself into exhaustion at the mere thought. He stroked a stray strand of hair from her beautiful face.

Heat hormones. They could be deceitful-heightening emotions, reducing inhibitions, and increasing outspokenness. It had been ages since he had assisted a female other than his bondmate through their heat. He had nearly forgotten how each individual's experience could differ.

Daemonikai had helped numerous Urekai females through their first heat, even after bonding with Evie. Urekai females tended to imprint on their young hearts, mistaking affection, adoration, and fondness for love.

A few had imprinted on him, and if the fixation didn't wear off by their first heat, their bodies mistook him for their male. It was a complex situation, too, as they often couldn't bear another's touch but the male they had imprinted on. Typically, Daemonikai found himself torn, hesitating as he searched for compatible males for them, but his efforts were frequently met with tearful pleas from their parents, who would come kneeling and pleading on the fortress grounds. Then, there was Evie's persuasive insistence.

"A female's first heat is a delicate situation," she would remind him. "Scared, panicked, the girl is unsure of what to expect. They need to be with someone they not only trust but feel safe with. That young one chose you, my dearest. Trying to find them a compatible male is not only needless but futile and time-wasting. Every minute you are not there, that girl is not only terrified, but in severe pain."

His bondmate had been right, of course. And so, Daemonikai had always been there to help.

He made sure not to take their heats for granted, treating them with respect, making their first heat a memorable one. He had seen many first heats in his long life, but he couldn't put a face to most of them anymore.

But this one was different. This one felt different.

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Daemonikai reached out, unable to resist the urge to touch. Gently, he combed his fingers through her silken hair. Cool and fine as moon-spun silk, it slid through his fingers like water.

Galilea was his first Syren. And, more importantly, the first female to trigger his rut before he'd even touched her.

Usually, Daemonikai needed to mount them before his primal instincts kicked in, as if to assess, "Do we care about her? Alright then." But this… this had never happened before, not even with Evie.

"Oh, you are so defective, my dear mate," Evie used to tease him early in their bonding. He could still remember her soft laughter as she shook her head, patting his cheek. "Do not worry, I love you like that."

It used to bother him that his rut didn't trigger for his own bondmate unless he mounted her first, but thankfully, that changed two millennia later. Yet, this young Syren…

Daemonikai's eyes traced the delicate lines of her face, the long lashes resting on flushed cheeks, the bow-shaped lips slightly parted in sleep. She was so young, a mere fledgling compared to his ancient self. He felt a pang of guilt for having touched her at all.

An Urekai youngling would have been fifty to eighty years old before experiencing their first heat, remaining a youngling until at least two hundred. But Galilea… the girl didn't look to be a day over nineteen.

What the hell was Mother Nature doing, burdening such a young creature with the tumultuous changes of Syrenhood and then thrusting her into the fiery furnace of a full heat?

Herodis must have triggered her Syren traits. A knot of jealousy twisted in his gut, an emotion he quickly buried. He liked Galilea, probably more than he liked any other female at the moment, but she was not his. Nor did he want her to be.

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