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

Chapter 463: "How have you been?" she whispered in a soft, affectionate tone. "It's been so long."

"I am fine, prettiest one, thanks to you."

"I know you can hear me." Her other hand dug into his fur. "It's okay if you don't respond."

Then, she shot him a stern look. "I know what you did, Your Grace. Don't think I'm unaware." Daemonikai chuckled. The sound emerged as a rumbling snort from his beast.

"But I can forgive this," Emeriel conceded, smiling again. "I've missed the beast."

"We missed you too, beloved."

Did she not realize that he and the beast were one and the same?

"My good friend," she said in such a tender voice, reaching up. "My beast."

Yours, my dearest.

Daemonikai leaned into her touch, lowering his head so she could stroke his cheek. He purred, savoring the feel of her hand.

Sadness tugged at him. His human side couldn't receive this unguarded affection from her.

But for now, he was content. The beast could reach her in ways the male could not, and Daemonikai was willing to take what he could get. He could definitely spend the rest of his day this way.

PRINCESS EMERIEL

That night, she slipped under the covers, a soft, unguarded smile still on her face. She hadn't felt this happy in ages.

Both the male and the beast occupied her thoughts long after their parting.

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While the male stirred up emotions she wasn't ready to face, the beast was different. Easier. Safer. She could manage the beast's affection without risking the walls she had carefully built around her heart.

Lord Herod had said Urekai males were basically linked to their beasts, two halves of the same whole.

But Emeriel didn't allow herself to dwell on that, casting reason aside and embracing the simplicity of the beast's company.

That day in the woods had been agonizing. Leaving him there had been one of the hardest decisions she'd ever made, but she'd had to do it. It was either that or succumb to the overwhelming urge to collapse into his arms, beg him to take her back, to see beyond pity, and offer her even a fraction of his love.

She had left with the last shred of her dignity intact, determined to avoid him. But her beloved had been persistent. And today, she had genuinely enjoyed her beast's company.

You know who you truly wish to spend your day with is his male form, her inner voice argued.

"No, I do not," Emeriel muttered firmly.

She imagined her own mind laughing at her. You long to see him laugh, to see that rare, carefree smile. You crave to be cherished by him, to hear him call you 'beloved' once more. You wish for his arms around you, for his embrace and his kisses.

You may deceive everyone else, but here, in the deepest recesses of your mind, you cannot lie to yourself. You are starving for him, for the man you've tried so hard to forget. You want to cast aside the past and fall back into his arms.

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