Protected: BOUND TO THE BEAST SEASON 2: CHAPTER 91 – 100
BOUND TO THE BEAST SEASON 2: CHAPTER 91 – 100
Fidgeting uncomfortably, Faiwick shifted from foot to foot. “Some of them are meant to calm our inner creatures, provide peace, reduce madness. We cannot simply give up, can we?”
Vladya bit back a sharp retort, instead rubbing his temple. Faiwick meant well. His family had served the grand rulers for generations, and Faiwick himself had been their healer for millennia.
The male had a strong stomach for blood and treatment, but that was where his fortitude ended. If Vladya snapped at him, the healer would break down and weep. It had happened many times in the past, and Vladya was not prepared to deal with that now.
“Faiwick,” Vladya said more gently, “I appreciate your dedication. Truly. But I do not need the herbs or the mages.”
Faiwick nodded, his eyes still glistening with unshed tears. “As you wish, Your Highness. But please, consider the bloodfeeding and the rituals. They will suppress your bloodlust appetite longer.”
Vladya sighed, “You may go. I shall summon you when I need you again.”
The healer bowed, swung his large herbal bag over his shoulder, and headed for the door. He paused, looked back, and said, “The herbs will not stop the headaches, my Lord.
At least bloodfeed and take a female to calm those instincts before they become uncontrollable. Please.”
He is like a hellhound with a bone. Vladya watched him leave. The room was quieter, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows on the walls. Blessed silence, just the way he loves it.
But Faiwick was right. Reluctantly, he rose. The servants attended to his needs, drawing his bath and assisting with his garments, dressing him in one of the white robes.
Vladya made his way to Lord Henry’s residence. Merry was still on bedrest. It had been some time since he last saw Merilyn.
He caught her scent before he saw her.
A low growl reverberated in Vladya’s throat as the sweetness wafted through the air, capturing his senses. There Aekeira stood, while a slave master berated her.
The warm feeling that had ignited in his cold heart that night in the woods resurfaced, spreading through him.
“Have you no sense, you foolish human?” the master barked, his voice sharp as a winter wind. “How dare you sit in a corner resting when there is still so much work to be done!?”
Aekeira bowed humbly, her voice respectful, “I have completed my morning duties, Master Tyke. I merely took a moment to—”
“To do what?” he sneered, his eyes raking over her with open contempt. ” Have you grown weary? Are your delicate fingers sore?
There is still so much to be done in the scullery. The flagons are streaked with grime, the platters still bear the remnants of yesterday’s feast. Do you expect me to attend to them?”
“But there are others assigned to—”
“Silence!” Tyke thundered. “Worthless human! I order you to enter and scrub those dishes until they gleam brighter than a knight’s armor. Is that understood?”
“Aekeira,” Vladya called.
Both she and the slavemaster jolted and whirled around in surprise.
Vladya crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze fixed on Aekeira.
She scanned his body thoroughly, drinking in the sight of him as if checking for injuries. Her eyes filled with unshed tears as they met his. Relief visibly washed over her face.
She had noticed your absence. She was concerned for your well-being. And now, she is relieved to see you unharmed.
BOUND TO THE BEAST SEASON 2: CHAPTER 91 – 100
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