Aekeira’s breathing quickened, her heart pounding in her chest. She bowed her head and greeted him, “My lord.”
He remained silent, his handsome face set to its icy demeanor. This Urekai had two default expressions-indifference, or a frosty scowl.
“Your brother is fine. Wipe away your tears and stop staining the sheets,” he said, his scarred cheek drawn down in a terrifying snarl.
A wave of relief washed over her. “Thank you so much. Thank you.” She managed to offer a watery smile.
“Do not thank me. I did not do you any favors,” he stated flatly.
“But-“
“I am not here because of your cries. I could not care less if you cried yourself to your maker,” he calmly explained as he shrugged out of his white robe and hung it on the dressing chair. “But I wanted something else, so I am here to collect.”
Oh. Her happiness vanished, replaced by a sinking feeling of dread. Not this again. Not tonight. “Strip and give me your back.”
A knot twisted in her stomach. It was her fault this time around; she shouldn’t have offered, no matter how desperate she had been. She had made a promise, hadn’t she? She had been willing to trade her body to anyone who could enter that forbidden chamber and confirm her sister’s well-being.
Fresh tears welled up in Aekeira’s eyes as she rose from the bed and began untying her robe with shaky hands. Her body went warm, betraying her again.
Aekeira panicked. If only there was a way she could command her body to stop. To stay cold for this man who despised her to the core. Why did her body feel… almost excited? Eager to be mounted by this male?
Completely undressed, she set her clothes aside and stared up at him. His eyes darkened with arousal as they roamed over her body. It looked like he was battling himself, fighting against something.
Then, he blinked and scowled. “Get on your hands and knees.”
As Aekeira scrambled to get into position, he stood behind her, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her toward the edge of the bed. He pressed his erection against her, his breath hissing, “The scent of your musk drives me insane.”
She whimpered, burying her face in the sheet as she braced herself for the pain she knew would come. And it did. With one forceful plunge, he entered her, releasing a low growl of pleasure.
Aekeira sobbed, attempting to move away from the burning sensation, but his grip on her waist tightened. “You’re so wet,” he rumbled. “You smell like sin. Why do you become so wet for me?”
Amidst the searing pain, Aekeira groaned, ashamed. She didn’t know why. But in that moment, she was grateful the moisture eased his entry, making the invasion somewhat bearable.
Again, he didn’t allow her time to adjust to his size before thrusting. She felt so full. Uncomfortable. While he emitted low groans of pleasure, she cried silently.
He took her hard, punishing her with each deep plunge, as if she were the sole cause of his sadness and anger toward the world. Aekeira could only hold on for dear life.
When she was beginning to think she couldn’t take it anymore, he came, spurting deep inside her. His semen burned, like pinpoints of flames spreading within her.
“Hot. It burns, please,” she cried, her body trembling. “It would. You’re not an Urekai female or a syren,” he spoke, his voice slightly different as it brushed against her neck.
Aekeira turned her head and gasped. His fangs had descended, his gaze fixed on her neck.
“Your blood calls to me. Why?” Lord Vladya hissed, struggling to maintain control.
“I-I don’t know, Your Highness. Please don’t…” It was no secret that Urekai drank from humans to kill, draining them completely. “Please, don’t kill me.”
His body grew tense, his fangs grazing her neck.
For a moment, Aekeira feared he would actually end her life. His breathing quickened, and his grip on her shoulder tightened painfully. He seemed locked in a fierce internal battle.
Time dragged on, Aekeira’s fear growing with each passing second.
Then, with a grunt, he abruptly pulled away from her. He straightened his clothes, donned his robe, and walked out.
Aekeira remained there, hesitant, crying softly, unable to move her body for what seemed like an eternity.
EMERIEL
It had been three days, but Emeriel remained in the forbidden chambers, unable to leave. Whenever he tried, the beast would let out a warning growl. Emeriel had no understanding of what the beast wanted. It didn’t try to mount him or drink his blood. It simply watched him with its piercing yellow eyes.
To pass the time, Emeriel found himself speaking aloud, even though he knew the beast couldn’t understand him. It was a way to preserve his sanity; otherwise, he might go mad in this dark, silent room with only a mindless-somewhat mindless-creature for company.
His sister managed to visit a few times, though soldiers sometimes prevented her. Still, there were moments when she successfully bypassed them and stood before the metal gates.
As long as Emeriel didn’t attempt to approach her, the beast remained quiet. But if Emeriel tried to rise, the beast would straighten and growl.
So Emeriel conversed with Aekeira from where he sat, often needing to convince his sister that he was fine. Aekeira was a worrywart, though Emeriel couldn’t blame her.
During one of Aekeira’s secret visits, she brought several books she had borrowed from the library to help him fight the boredom.
Feasts-plentiful feasts-arrived as Grand Lord Vladya ordered the soldiers to bring meals to the forbidden chambers more regularly. Once the soldiers dropped off the food by the metal gate, Emeriel would retrieve it and bring it inside. The beast would growl, its eyes tracking his movements. But when it realized Emeriel had no intention of leaving, it would calm down. Emeriel would consume a small portion of the food before offering the rest to the beast, which always accepted.
Ironically, Emeriel had eaten better in the past few days than he had in ages.
Had the beast truly heard that strange call?
The question bothered Emeriel, weighing on his mind more than he cared to admit. He had no idea what had compelled him to utter those words, but it was an urge he couldn’t resist.
What was even stranger was that Emeriel understood he was now practically the beast’s captive-at its mercy. And yet, he felt… safe.
A mindless, feral creature-the most formidable predator in Urai-had him confined and under constant watch, but all he felt was protection.
It was a bizarre feeling, bordering on madness, but it was undeniably true.
For the first time in Urai, Emeriel felt genuinely safe, as if nothing could harm him within those walls.
True, he had no knowledge of what was happening outside those walls, but he had been left alone for the first time in as long as he could remember.
There were no grueling tasks, no soldiers giving him hateful looks, no slave masters tormenting him with lustful gazes, and no mistresses attempting to whip him. In this place, Emeriel found… peace.
MISTRESS SINAI
Mistress Sinai hurried to the fields as soon as she heard the sound of approaching horses, arriving just in time to see them emerging from the woods.
Grand Lord Vladya, Zaiper, and several other lords had returned from their hunt. The soldiers accompanying them carried an abundance of game, causing the onlookers to cheer and applaud.
As the grand lords dismounted their horses, the soldiers took charge of the horses and hunting equipment. Sinai eagerly awaited Lord Vladya’s approach, practically bouncing on her feet.
“I’ve noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with Lord Vladya lately, beautiful Sinai,” Lord Zaiper drawled, smirking and giving them a meaningful look. “Is there something going on between you two that we should know about?”
“Your Highness,” she inclined her head slightly, “Lord Vladya and I are simply discussing important matters. Can I borrow him for a few moments?”
“Of course, of course. If he’s open to being borrowed, that is,” Zaiper replied with a chuckle.
Lord Vladya proceeded forward, and Sinai bid farewell to Zaiper before quickly matching her steps with him.
“You’re doing nothing about that boy, Lord Vladya! It’s been three days, and he’s still there,” she stated once they were out of earshot.
Hands behind his back, Lord Vladya maintained a steady pace. The wind gently tousled his long hair, lifting strands off his shoulders.
“I have no intention of taking any action, Sinai,” he told her in a calm, composed tone.
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