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

Chapter 37: "And I do not blame you, nor do I judge you for it," Ottai said.

Upon arriving at the forbidden chambers, they were not surprised to find the barricades in ruins and no sign of the beast. The girl, Aekeira, huddled against the wall, trembling.

"What happened?" Ottai asked the girl.

"I-I am not entirely sure. It did not lay a hand on me. Instead, it… it moved me aside, shattered the gates, and escaped," the girl stuttered. The gravity of the situation seemed to dawn upon her, prompting her to rise abruptly. "I must protect Em!"

Vladya furrowed his brow. The beast's instincts would likely drive it outside to hunt for prey-either toward the festival or into the woods. It was highly unlikely that it would target the girl's brother.

He pivoted and departed, with Ottai following suit. Soon, he realized the girl was trailing behind them.

"You mustn't follow us. It is dangerous," Ottai said.

"Please, my lord. I just need to find Emeriel," the girl pleaded.

Vladya said nothing. This is not the time to coddle frightened humans. They continued tracking the beast's scent, pursuing it carefully.

"Is it remaining within the confines of the southern wing?"

EMERIEL

"At least try to sit down, Emeriel," Madam Livia said, as she had countless times before.

Emeriel ignored her. He felt as if he were being torn apart from the inside.

Resisting the overwhelming urge to rip off his garments and keep his body fully clothed despite the discomfort, he paced back and forth, his breath coming in heavy pants.

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Sweat poured from his feverish body, and his trembling limbs were unable to find any relief. He walked unsteadily on shaky legs, his chest aching, yearning to be freed from the tight binds.

His intimate areas were soaked, his clitoris swollen and throbbing. Emeriel fought the urge to lie down, spread his legs, and touch himself until he climaxed. The urge was all-consuming, but he fought hard, his fingers twitching with the effort.

Another contraction struck, the intense pain so sharp it ripped through his belly.

Emeriel screamed. Agony coursed through him, tearing at his stomach from within. His vaginal passage convulsed and clenched, aching for a release that wouldn't come. It burned, as if it were engulfed in flames.

Frozen in place, Emeriel let out another piercing cry as pain clawed at his womb, his tear-filled eyes fixed on the ceiling above. A terrifying growl echoed nearby.

It jolted Emeriel out of his painful haze before the spasms had even subsided. He frantically scanned his surroundings, startled by the sound. That growl sounded dangerously close.

A glance at Madam Livia confirmed it wasn't just his delirious mind playing tricks. The older woman had leapt out of bed, instantly on high alert.

"What is happening?!" Emeriel cried, his voice filled with desperation.

Another growl echoed through the air, even closer than before.

The blood drained from Madam Livia's face, her gaze fixed on the door. "The beast. It is approaching."

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