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

Chapter 648: "You need to sit and rest, Emeriel," Madam Livia urged for the umpteenth time.

Emeriel, too exhausted to argue, merely ignored her. She scratched at her raw arms, worried to death. Will Lord Vladya return in time?

She had already seen the signs, right there. The moment Aekeira woke this time, the heat waves would come tearing through her.

And if he was not here when they did… If he was not here to soothe the ache… Shaking away the thought, Emeriel moved to the tub of water, splashing her face. The relief was fleeting, barely there. Every inch of her burned. She had been burning for some time now.

"Here, let me help you with that."

Madam Livia cupped the cool water, pouring it over Emeriel's face, again and again.

It was a bit more calming now. She closed her eyes, the water running down her cheeks.

"That is enough, thank you. But I need to…" Emeriel clutched her burning stomach, wincing.

"I need to make sure Aekeira is getting enough air and-"

"Stop for a moment, will you?" Madam Livia took her hand, guiding her to a nearby chair, pressing her down into it, and handing her a cup of water.

"Drink."

Emeriel hesitated but obeyed. The cool liquid did not quench the fires raging inside her.

"There. That is better." Taking the cup from her, Madam Livia studied her closely.

"How do you feel?"

Emeriel's fingers curled into fists in her lap. Finally, she managed to breathe out through a ball of fear.

"I know I am going into heat, Madam Livia."

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She stared off into space, not bothering to hide the terror on her face.

"I mean, how could I not know? Just look at me." She lifted her arms for the head maid to see her raw and red skin, streaked with thin lines of blood.

Madam Livia looked and winced.

"I thought… maybe if I ignored it, it would go away. I don't know what I thought." Emeriel let out a mirthless laugh, wiping her face with the back of her hand.

"But my entire body is on fire."

"They will get here on time."

"Even you don't believe that." Emeriel glanced at the window, where darkness stretched beyond.

"Why did it have to be tonight?"

Madam Livia took her hand and squeezed it.

"You and your sister will be fine. Until they arrive, we have to do everything we can to ensure both of you are okay."

Emeriel stared at their joined hands.

"There isn't much else to do. We…"

A sudden scream pierced the room. Aekeira bolted upright in bed, her mouth open in a wail so raw, so agonizing, it made Emeriel's stomach knot painfully.

"Keira!" Shooting to her feet, Emeriel rushed to her side. Aekeira doubled over, gripping her stomach, and screamed again-louder and more desperate.

"I need my male! I need my-" She rolled to the edge of the bed, away from Emeriel's outstretched hand, screaming.

"Lord Vladya! Where are you?"

Emeriel's heart shattered.

"Wait, Aekeira…!" She reached for Aekeira again, swiping angrily at the hot tears streaking her cheeks.

But Aekeira recoiled from her.

"Do not touch me! Do not-" A strangled cry tore from her lips as shaky hands reached for her own breasts, pinching her hard nipples. Her body arched.

"Em, it hurts really, really bad," she began to sob openly.

"It h-hurts so much I don't think I can bear this…!"

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