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

Chapter 38: "What?!" Emeriel barely had time to process the information before the door burst open. Behind it stood the most terrifying creature he had ever seen.

It was the beast from his dreams. Standing at least seven feet tall, it towered on its hind legs. A thick black mane framed its head, with furrowed brows above piercing yellow eyes. Its massive paws were adorned with long, razor-sharp claws capable of tearing through anything in its path. Its bronze body was muscular, covered in fur, with broad pectoral muscles clearly defined.

Even his dreams hadn't prepared him for its sheer size. Emeriel felt lightheaded, paralyzed with fear.

It stalked into the room, its movements graceful and predatory, and Emeriel caught sight of its lengthy tail. Covered in sharp spines resembling a nightmarish saw, the tip of the tail was pointed like a dagger. It swung swiftly and unpredictably as the beast prowled. The creature circled Emeriel, and he remained as still as a statue while it leaned in and sniffed his neck. Then, it emitted a long, satisfied purr.

In that moment, Emeriel knew he was in grave danger.

The beast had come here… specifically for him. But why?

EMERIEL

The beast sniffed Emeriel again, emitting a low rumble that sent shivers down his spine. He whimpered, overcome with fear.

"Do not move, Emeriel," came the familiar voice of Lord Vladya, causing Emeriel to snap his head in that direction. Lord Vladya and Lord Ottai stood at the doorway.

Their faces were filled with bewilderment, surprise, and wariness. Behind them, Emeriel caught sight of his panicked sister, trying to peer past their towering figures.

"W-what is happening?" Emeriel stammered, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

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"Walk out slowly, Livia," Lord Vladya instructed in a low tone, careful not to draw the beast's attention. "Very slowly."

Madam Livia exited the room in silence, following the instructions carefully, but she stayed near the entrance. At the door, Lord Ottai positioned himself in front of her, shielding her.

"Why would it pursue the boy?" Lord Ottai asked, casting a perplexed look at Lord Vladya. "It sniffs him as if he is in heat."

Lord Vladya shook his head, unsure. "I don't know."

"W-what's g-g-going on?" Emeriel stammered as the beast pressed its firm body against his back.

Its paw-like hands gripped Emeriel's lower belly, pulling him closer. Emeriel felt something hard poking his lower back. The organ felt gigantic, intimidating. There was no way it could fit inside him.

"H-help me, please," Emeriel implored them, his voice trembling with fear.

"Em!? Oh, Em!" Aekeira cried, struggling to move between the two men, but Lord Vladya firmly held her back. "Let me go! I need to reach my brother!"

"You cannot. If you get too close, both of you will be killed," Lord Vladya warned Aekeira, his tone grave. "No one comes between a Urekai beast and its prey. It would be suicide."

Turning his attention to Emeriel, the grand lord's eyes softened slightly at the sight of the helpless tears in Emeriel's eyes and his trembling body. "Listen carefully," he began. "The beast has chosen you, little prince. I have no idea why, but it has."

"No, pl-please-" Emeriel stammered, his voice breaking.

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