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Once the waves subsided, the pounding continued. The beast angled her hips and thrust deeper into her relentlessly, into her oversensitive body. The pleasure waned, replaced by increasing pain.

"It hurts," she cried out, but of course, the feral couldn't hear. The bane of being taken by a feral. It rides on pure instincts.

Sniffing her neck, it intensified its thrusts, going harder. As if it wanted to batter its way into her womb. With every plunge against that sealed entrance, its low growls turned into angry grunts.

He wanted to take her in the most possessive way a Urekai would take a female in heat.

"I'm not in full heat, it won't open for you!" Emeriel screamed, writhing in agony, her hands clawing at the wall.

Yet, the beast effortlessly held her close, trying to force her to open for him. As if it thought that if it took her hard enough, her womb would let him in.

Did he scent those other male’s scent on her? Is that why he was desperate to take her in every way?

The beast delivered a particularly forceful thrust, ruthlessly pounding against her closed cervix, violently pressing her forward into the wall.

Emeriel screamed, tears falling down her cheek. She was going to pass out, wasn’t she?

Gods, she shouldn't have come here.

But who was she kidding? She never really had a choice.

Even delirious with the agony of heat; her body, mind, and soul had brought her here.

And if it were to happen again in the future, they would likely bring her here once more.

As if they knew something she didn't.

As if they knew something she did but didn't want to acknowledge,she thought as she passed out cold.

Chapter twenty-eight

FATE CANNOT BE THAT CRUEL

Mistress Sinai rose from the bed, completely naked, and began untangling her hair. She sat in a chair, gazing at her reflection in the metal mirror.

"You are so sweet, Sinai. I wish we could do this more often," the male figure reclining upon her bed uttered, his eyes tracing her every movement.

"You are over a thousand years old, Daryl. You should not have such a large appetite anymore," Sinai said in a bored tone.

The Lord of Trade chuckled. "I'm still as young as ever. How is it going with acquiring the land beyond Crystal Waters?"

"He still refuses to release it." Sinai’s veins pulsated with anger. The thought always upset her.

Grand Lord Vladya did not want to give up that land to her. Her Daemon might be the love of her life, but even she had accepted he was no more.

It was only Lord Vladya who clung on. And Sinai had to suffer the consequences. "I want that land to be mine already."

"Perhaps you should consider presenting your case to Grand Lord Ottai and Grand Lord Zaiper, as he suggested? Maybe one of them will support you and help convince him."

Mistress Sinai snorted. "Let's face it. Lord Zaiper may be the second in line for the throne after my Daemon, but everyone knows who the people respect and fear more. Who they would choose as their king if given a choice. Whose words are treated as gold and must be obeyed."

She turned and looked at her lover. "Even if Lord Zaiper and Ottai side with me, they cannot force Lord Vladya to relinquish the land if he doesn't wish to."

"True," Lord Daryl conceded. "And there are rumors that even Lord Zaiper himself fears Lord Vladya because Vladya is much stronger. If a duel were to determine the next grand king, Lord Zaiper might lose."

All of this was of no help to Sinai. Why did it have to be Grand Lord Vladya, who was Grand King Daemonikai's best friend? Why not Zaiper?

Then, acquiring that land would have been easier for her. All she needed to do was sleep with Zaiper, and it would be hers.

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