Page 36 of The Princess In A 'Prince' Disguise

"I will not kill Daemonikai. The Eclipse Moon night is fast approaching, and when that night arrives, Zaiper can do as he pleases—kill the beast or whatever the hades he desires. But until then, I will take no action," Vladya asserted vehemently.

Ottai sighed, regarding him with a sympathetic gaze.

“You should not be surprised by my response; I have stood firm on this stance for the past five hundred years.”

“And I do not blame, neither do I judge you for it,” Ottai said.

Upon arriving at the forbidden chambers, they were not surprised to find the barricades in ruins and no sign of the beast. The girl, Aekeira, huddled against the wall, trembling.

"What happened?" Ottai asked the girl.

"I-I am not entirely sure. It did not l-lay a hand on me. Instead, i-it moved me aside, s-shattered the gates, and escaped," the girl stuttered. The gravity of the situation seemed to dawn upon her, prompting her to rise abruptly. "I must protect Em!"

Vladya furrowed his brow. The beast's instincts would drive it outside to hunt for prey—either toward the festival or into the woods. It was highly unlikely that it would target the girl's brother.

He pivoted and departed, with Ottai following suit. Soon, realizing the girl was trailing behind them.

"You mustn't follow us. It is dangerous," Ottai said.

"Please, my lord. I just need to find Emeriel," the girl pleaded.

Vladya said nothing. This is not the time to cuddle scared humans.

They continued tracking the beast's scent, pursuing it carefully.

It remains within the confines of the southern wing…?

"At least try to sit down, Emeriel," Madam Livia said, as she had countless times before.

Emeriel ignored her. He felt as if he were being torn apart from the inside.

Resisting the overwhelming urge to rip off his garments, keeping his body still fully clothed despite the discomfort. Instead, he paced back and forth, his breath coming in heavy pants.

Sweat poured from his feverish body, his trembling limbs unable to find relief. He walked unsteadily on shaky legs, his breasts aching and yearning to be freed from the constraints of the tight binds.

His intimate areas were soaked, his clitoris swollen and throbbing. Emeriel fought the urge to lay down, spread his legs, and touch himself until he climaxed. The urge was all-consuming, but he fought hard, his fingers twitching with the effort.

Another contraction struck, this time, the intense pain was so sharp it ripped through his belly.

Emeriel screamed. Agony coursed through him, tearing at his belly from within. His vaginal passage convulsed and clenched, aching for a release that wouldn't come. Burning, as if it were engulfed in flames.

Frozen in place, Emeriel let out another piercing cry, as pain clawed at his womb, his tear-filled eyes fixed on the ceiling above as a terrifying growl echoed nearby.

It jolted Emeriel out of his painful haze before the spasms had even subsided. He frantically scanned his surroundings, startled by the sound. That growl sounded dangerously close.

A glance at Madam Livia confirmed it wasn't just his delirious mind playing tricks. The older woman had leaped out of bed, instantly on high alert.

"What is happening?!" Emeriel cried, his voice filled with desperation.

Another growl echoed through the air, even closer than before.

The blood drained from Madam Livia's face, her gaze fixed on the door. "The beast. It is approaching."

"What?!" Emeriel barely had time to process the information before the door burst open. Behind it stood the most terrifying creature he had ever seen.

It was the beast of his dreams.

Standing at least seven feet tall, the beast towered on its hind legs. A thick black mane framed its head, its brows furrowed over piercing yellow eyes. Its massive paws were adorned with long, razor-sharp claws that could easily tear through anything in its path. Its bronze body was muscular, covered in fur, its broad pectoral muscles clearly defined.

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