Chapter 35: The feral king cast one final glance at Aekeira. She recoiled from its gaze, pressing herself against the wall. He's going to kill me. The beast approached her, each step radiating an overwhelming sense of power and strength. Aekeira would have soiled herself if Madam Livia hadn't insisted she empty her bladder before coming here. It drew closer, bending down, bringing its face near hers. The darkness of the room obscured most of its features, leaving only its glowing yellow eyes visible. The creature pressed its nose against her neck, inhaling deeply-the very spot where Emeriel had once nestled his face during their embrace. The beast growled before licking Aekeira's neck twice. Finally, it straightened up and left the forbidden chambers, its heavy steps echoing as it exited. "What in the sky were you thinking, Emeriel!?" Madam Livia scolded again. They had returned to Aekeira's chambers. "Shouldn't you be at the festival grounds, serving drinks? What were you doing here? Do you always wish to be whipped!? Why do you disobey direct orders?" The older woman's voice was full of anger. Emeriel lowered his head respectfully, ignoring the prickling sensation in his arm. "I apologize, Madam Livia. I know you specifically instructed me not to see Aekeira, but I couldn't resist. I had to see her, to make sure she was safe." "Do you think it was my idea?" Madam Livia replied sharply. "Grand Lord Vladya gave that order. You don't want to test that male, Emeriel. He would devour you for breakfast and cast you into a lion's den if he wished. That's the kind of male he is." She huffed in frustration. "What were you thinking?" Emeriel remained silent, realizing that he wasn't thinking at all. The truth was, he didn't regret searching for his sister. Even if Lord Vladya punished him, he still wouldn't regret it. Absentmindedly, Emeriel scratched his arms. LΑτєѕτ chαρτєrs ιn g????l????ovєl????.???????????? Madam Livia took a deep breath. "Now, go and change into your festival uniform. We must go to the festival grounds. That's the only favor I can grant you. But if anyone notices you weren't there on time and reports it to Lord Vladya, I won't help you evade punishment." It was more than Emeriel could ask for. "I understand. Thank you, Madam Livia." As he turned to leave, he scratched his arms again, trying to ease the itching. The room felt stiflingly hot. Perhaps he could find some fresh air… Then, it dawned on him. The hotness, the itching. The familiar burn in his lower body. Heat. He was about to go into heat again. "No, no, no," Emeriel cried out in horror, his eyes widening in shock. He took two steps back, away from Madam Livia. The older woman looked bewildered. "What is it, Emeriel?" "No, by the Lights, no. Not again." It seemed as though, just as he had identified the problem, the heat intensified. His intimate areas flared hot, swollen, and slick. The prickling sensation spread to his lower belly, causing intense aching. Emeriel was consumed by maddening arousal, his body trembling uncontrollably. Then, the first wave hit. Collapsing to his knees, Emeriel cried out as spasms wracked his body relentlessly. His lower belly contracted so violently that he feared something inside him might tear. Gripping his abdomen, he sobbed in agony as the spasms continued. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!