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

Chapter 659: A female in heat deserved a mate whose mind was intact, someone fully present to meet her body's demands. And this was Princess Aekeira's first heat. The thought of her enduring it without proper care…

Merilyn quickened her steps.

By the time she reached the door, she was breathless, her nerves frayed. Lord Vladya's chambers were fortified, silencing any sounds from within.

She knocked, anxiety tightening her chest. "Your Highness, it is I-Lady Merilyn. You requested my presence."

The door swung open instantly.

King Daemonikai stood on the other side, disheveled and drenched in sweat, his expression wild. His chest heaved, his entire body vibrating with tension.

"Get in here." His voice was rough, thick with rut and frustration.

Merilyn stepped inside. The scent of heat and pheromones hung heavy in the air, so potent it made her head spin. Desire stirred within her, but she fought to remain composed.

Her gaze first landed on her master-dressed in loose pants, his powerful frame relaxed yet alert as he stood beside the mattress where Princess Aekeira slept beneath the sheets. Relief washed over Merilyn. He was whole. Sated. In control. Aekeira was being cared for. Good.

But when King Daemonikai led her into the adjoining bedchamber, all relief vanished.

Princess Emeriel was a wreck.

She lay curled into herself, trembling violently as if gripped by an unseen cold. Her teeth chattered, her body twitched with spasms, and her arms were marked with angry red scratches. Sweat and tears glistened on her skin as soft, incoherent cries spilled from her lips.

She had retreated into her own mind, completely unaware of her surroundings.

Merilyn's stomach twisted.

"What is happening to her?" The Grand King's guttural growl filled the room as he paced like a caged animal.

"I tried to mount her, and it wouldn't… I couldn't…" He dragged a restless hand through his damp hair.

"I hate seeing her like this! Every part of me wants to end her suffering, yet I can't!"

Merilyn flinched. His rage, frustration, and helplessness saturated the air like a brewing storm.

"Why won't she let me in?" His voice cracked with pain and anxiety.

"Why can I do nothing for her?"

Merilyn forced herself to focus. Moving closer, she sat beside Emeriel and examined her carefully.

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"Where is… my Beloved?" The princess's voice was faint, laced with agony.

"Make it stop…"

Merilyn's beast whined in sympathy. She had a terrible suspicion about what was happening-and it wasn't good.

"It's bad," she told the distraught king.

"Very bad."

The Grand King froze.

"What's wrong with her? What can I do?"

Merilyn looked down at the trembling princess.

"Princess, can you hear me?"

Only a weak whimper answered.

"She's suffering," Merilyn said, meeting the king's gaze.

"We must put her to sleep first."

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