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

Chapter 52: Madam Livia entered once again, her expression softening as she looked at Emeriel. "You're awake."

"Yes, madam. Thank you so much for taking care of me. I do not know what I would have done without you," Emeriel smiled.

Madam Livia waved her off. "Do not fret over it. How do you feel now?"

"I feel better, madam. Thank you." "I do not understand why that beast is so interested in you, Em," Aekeira pondered. When all eyes turned to her, she averted her gaze. "I had my suspicions the first night I was sent to him. You touched my arm before I went in, and the beast was particularly fixated there."

"Those vicious scratches," Madam Livia interjected. "I wondered what caused them."

"I have no idea, Keira." Emeriel exhaled shakily. "None of it makes sense to me. Not the heat, not the beast's actions, and not the syren thing. Nothing at all."

Aekeira was confused. "What are you talking about?"

Emeriel gave Aekeira detailed explanations of her ordeal, beginning on the first night they entered the fortress. By the time Emeriel finished recounting everything, Aekeira's ears were ringing, and her hands felt cold and sweaty.

"You go into heats? Is that true?" Aekeira looked ill.

Emeriel nodded slowly, her expression wary. "Twice now."

Aekeira's face drained of color as she stared at Emeriel intently. "What if you're his Soulbond? That would explain his fixation, wouldn't it?"

Emeriel vehemently shook her head, looking just as pale as her sister. Considerably more terrified. "That is impossible, right, Madam Livia?" she asked in a tiny voice.

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Madam Livia remained silent, lost in thought.

EMERIEL

Emeriel felt a surge of panic as Madam Livia's silence lingered, amplifying her fears. Aekeira's ridiculous explanation could not possibly be true, right? She desperately hoped not.

"Please, say something, Madam Livia," Emeriel pleaded, her voice tinged with anxiety. The mere thought of becoming someone's bondmate, especially the beast's, sent shivers down her spine. The prospect was enough to induce a heart attack.

Finally, Madam Livia let out a sigh, leaning against the wall. "I believe you all may be jumping to conclusions here," she spoke softly. "Perhaps the beast is simply fixated on your scent. It could be that you smell so good that it wanted more from where that scent came from." But Emeriel could see that her eyes held concerns.

"You don't truly believe that, do you?"

"I cannot say for certain, Emeriel," Madam Livia replied, but seeing the panic in Emeriel's widened eyes, she quickly added, "What I do know is that a feral beast does not differentiate between friend, foe, bondmate, or offspring. To them, everyone is either a threat, prey, or an enemy. A feral lacks the ability to recognize a Soulbond." Her words provided some measure of relief.

"You were fortunate to be in heat during your first time. Otherwise, the beast would have caused significant harm when it entered you," Madam Livia explained. "Heat sex is different from regular intercourse. With your syren gland and the changes it has brought to your body, your channel is now quite different from ours. It can stretch with enough elasticity to accommodate your Urekai male partner in any form, yet shrink back to its original size shortly afterward. Nature was thorough and remarkable in that way."

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