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

Chapter 294: But then he moved closer, his towering form casting a shadow over her. He extended a hand, his calloused fingers outstretched toward her. She looked up, a jolt shooting up her arm as she hesitantly placed her shaky hand in his. His grip was firm yet surprisingly gentle, the warmth of his touch seeping into her chilled skin. The force of his gaze, those fathomless gray eyes, held her captive.

"I am fine, Aekeira."

Her heart leaped in her chest like a hummingbird desperate to escape its cage. "Mmh…" she tried to speak, but her thoughts scattered, leaving her mute.

It was only when his piercing gaze shifted away from her that she was able to breathe again. He turned towards the slave master. "Tyke."

"Yes, Your Highness!" The slave master's response was instant, his head snapping down so low his forehead nearly touched the ground.

"When Aekeira finishes her duty, you do not give her more, do you understand me?" Lord Vladya stated, each word dripping with authority.

"Y-yes, My Lord." The slave master's voice trembled slightly, betraying his nerves.

"The only duties she should be given are the general ones when shared. No extra duties."

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

A pause hung in the air, heavy and pregnant.

"Apologize." The single word sent a ripple of shock through the onlookers.

Aekeira stood in shock. Even Yaz displayed a flicker of surprise.

"Uhmm, I think I'm okay, your Hi-"

"Apologize to her, Tyke."

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EMERIEL

Emeriel's body, sated and languid, craved sleep after another round of hurried lovemaking to stop the beginning of a heatwave.

"Females love their heat," Lord Herod had said. Emeriel was beginning to comprehend the meaning behind those words. The pleasure King Daemonikai had given her… it surpassed anything she had ever imagined.

Being with the beast had been good, but it was driven by mindlessness and instincts, often accompanied by pain and discomfort. This experience with the male was like a dream come true. Never had Emeriel thought it possible to feel this way.

Everything she had seen and heard about him made Emeriel believe he could never be this way with her. Gentle. Kind.

He treated her not only as a person, but as someone he… cared for?

No wonder females love their heat, Emeriel mused, a soft, wistful smile gracing her lips. No wonder they look forward to it.

If this was how it always was, if Emeriel could have this male like this, then she welcomed the agony of heatwaves. If she could have this connection again and again, then she eagerly awaited more of her heat. For the first time, she was happy to be a Syren.

Despite all the challenges and impossibility of them being mated, Emeriel was happy that it was him. That he was her fated mate.

"Here, rise," his deep voice rumbled, pulling her from her reverie.

The thing was, Emeriel's limbs were unwilling to obey. She tried to move, but her bones felt as liquid as the sea.

"Allow me." Strong arms encircled her form, lifting her.

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