Protected: BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 151 – 160
BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 151 – 160
Rated 18+
Written by Presh Alicia Daisy
“Stop right there,” Grand Lord Zaiper commanded as Emeriel reached the center of the room.
Emeriel halted in place, feeling the weight of everyone’s attention on him as he awaited the next command. His heart pounded in his chest.
Mistress Sinai wore a smirk on her face, watching with excitement. What was that mistress’s problem? Why did she hate him so much?
“Your sister was quite eager to undress for me last time. Tonight, I want you to do the same,” Lord Zaiper informed him, reclining back on his throne. “Strip and present for me,” he ordered.
Yes, he was definitely doomed.
Emeriel swallowed tightly and glanced around. Some of the lords gazed at him with interest.
His eyes briefly met Aekeira’s, and his sister’s face had turned pale.
Various scenarios of how this could unfold played out in his mind, and none of them boded well for him. They all ended badly for him.
Heavens, help me. Please, I need your help. Now would be a good moment to send a thunderbolt or something, Emeriel silently pleaded within himself.
“Did you not hear the grand lord!? Are you hard of hearing!?” Mistress Sinai hissed.
In an instant, she sprang up from her seat, approached Emeriel closely, and delivered a resounding slap to his cheek.
The crack of the slap reverberated through him, causing his head to whip to the side and blinding him with pain.
“Perhaps that will reset your hearing,” the mistress snapped before returning to her seat, an air of satisfaction surrounding her.
Grand Lord Zaiper refocused his attention on Emeriel. “I repeat, remove your clothes and present for me. Right. Now.”
Tears blurred Emeriel’s vision as distress and panic washed over him in waves.
Then, a profound need, unlike anything he had ever experienced, suddenly surged within him.
It was like nothing he’d ever felt before. As if a compelling force was urging him to do something. To speak.
Emeriel didn’t resist the urge; instead, he surrendered to it.
His mouth opened, and the words tumbled out in a low whisper. “My beloved, I need your help. My beloved, please help me.”
Wait, what was he even saying? Where did those words come from?
And who the hell was His Beloved?
“Did you not hear me!?” Lord Zaiper roared, his anger clear as the veins on his forehead bulged. He rose from his throne, his eyes ablaze. “I said, strip—”
A deafening roar pierced the air. So loud and deep that it echoed throughout the entire fortress.
BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 151 – 160
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