Protected: BOUND TO THE BEAST SEASON 2: CHAPTER 91 – 100
BOUND TO THE BEAST SEASON 2: CHAPTER 91 – 100
King Daemonikai gently wiped away a stray crumb from her chin. “There you go. A little nourishment, and our little Siren shall be ready to return to her slumber.”
Emeriel’s body hummed with contentment. She reached out a tentative hand, hovering in the air. “May I touch you, Your Grace?”
He nodded once.
Her fingers traced the planes of his face, her bleary eyes fixed upon him. The sharp angles of his cheekbones, the strong line of his jaw, the gentle curve of his lips… committing every detail to memory.
“You are the most handsome male I have ever laid eyes on,” she murmured.
His eyes softened even further. “I have grown averse to the touch of others, yet I have come to realize… I like your touch, young princess.”
Because I belong to you. I was made for you. You are mine. My Beloved.
Her fingers trailed down his nose, tracing the contours of his lips, the sharp line of his jaw, the column of his neck. Warmth spread through her. Emeriel felt peace.
For the first time since her arrival in Urai, she felt whole. Complete.
He hand-fed her every morsel until she was fully satiated. Then, the grand king laid her down and cleared away the plates. Emeriel drifted back to sleep, her heart lighter than it had ever been.
May this heat last as long as forever. May the outside world never intrude.
BOUND TO THE BEAST SEASON 2: CHAPTER 91 – 100
Aekeira was having a miserable day. Slavemaster Tyke was being especially cruel today, heaping extra duties upon her for the third time. She was at her wit’s end, wanting to scream and cry in frustration.
She had received word from High Lord Herod that Emeriel was still with him and was indeed going through a full heat. What surprised her most was that the grand king was there with Em, helping her through it.
It seemed unbelievable at first, but upon reflection, it made sense. The King Daemonikai had been absent since yesterday, supposedly attending to some responsibilities.
It eased some of Aekeira’s worries, but not all. Her thoughts frequently drifted to Lord Vladya throughout the morning, his image persistently occupying her mind.
Thus, when she heard his voice—a sound so deeply familiar and comforting—Aekeira could not suppress the surge of emotions that flooded through her.
Her heart raced, and butterflies erupted in her stomach, a tumult of excitement and relief crushing her.
She rushed toward him. “Your Highness,” her hands fluttering over him—touching his chest, belly, and shoulders in a flurry of worried motions.
“Are you alright, my lord? Are you hurt? Did something happen?” Aekeira scanned him for any sign of injury.
Then, she froze, her hands stilling on his body.
What in tarturus had possessed her to touch him in such a manner without his permission? And in public, no less.
His body had stiffened under her touch.
BOUND TO THE BEAST SEASON 2: CHAPTER 91 – 100
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