Page 53 of The Soulbond and Her Beloved

I beg of you.

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Madam Livia was overwhelmed.

Aekeira writhed on the bed, sweat-drenched body arching, sobbing and clawing at her own skin, begging for any kind of relief.

Across the room, Emeriel rolled on the ground, holding her lower belly in a vice grip, crying brokenly in raw agony.

Outside, chaos raged, the kind only the scents of females in heat could summon.

Thankfully, Lord Ottai stood as the ultimate barrier against the Urekai males falling into their base instincts, circling like vultures on a battlefield. Their snarls and growls echoed beyond the chamber door.

Occasionally, Livia watched through the window to keep track of events, and today, she had witnessed a new side of Lord Ottai.

He fought to hold them back, wielding his authority like a relic, keeping the vultures from tearing through the door. Using his Alpha Will on those who dared to push forward, sending some stumbling back, and others dropping to their knees.

Beside her, Amie was shaking, wringing her hands together, on the edge of panic. "Madame, what do we do?"

"You promised! You promised!" Emeriel’s wail cut through the room as she twisted on the floor, her tear-streaked face turningupward. "Daemonikai, you promised you would be here. You swore... I would not suffer!"

Forcing herself to stay calm, Livia moved to her, while instructing Amie. "Here, help me. We need to determine if hers is a full heat or a mini."

"Princess Emeriel is in so much pain." Amie knelt beside her. "Surely, it must be full heat."

"She has also been on suppressants for longer than anyone should ever. This could be a mini coming on too strong."

Livia crouched beside Emeriel. "Hey, Princess…"

Emeriel’s head snapped toward Livia, glazed eyes begging. “Make it stop..." Trembling, breathing loud. "Please, Beloved... make it stop.I’m on fire."

“He will be here soon,” Livia said, though she had no way of knowing if it was true. Signaling Amie to move behind Emeriel and hold her arms, she added. "Stay still for me, alright?"

She nodded weakly, tears streaming down her face. “Will you make it stop?”

"Yes, I will."

"Okay, okay…" Her body trembled as she forced herself to stay still.

Livia parted Emeriel’s legs and worked two fingers inside the tight, slippery space. A choked gasp replaced the small, pained sounds, back arching violently as Emeriel orgasmed, mouth falling open in a silent cry.

Livia felt for swellings—any sign that Emeriel’s womb would descend, but the sudden orgasm told her all she needed to know. This was a mini-heat.

Releasing a slow breath of relief, she withdrew her fingers.

"More…" Emeriel’s wrecked voice pleaded. "Oh, please—more."

Livia hesitated. In the past, Livia had never thought twice about relieving the princess’s pain whenever the heat wavescame. But things were different now. She belonged to the Grand King.

As much as she wanted to help Emeriel, the last thing she needed was King Daemonikai storming into this chamber half-mad with need, scenting her on his woman, and tearing her head from her shoulders.

A wrenching sob snapped Livia from her thoughts.

"Oh… it’s coming, it’s—" Emeriel’s words dissolved into a heart-destroying scream. Her body raised, every muscle locked tight, toes curling against the floor. Hell, there was no way she was not suffering cramps as well.

"Please, help her, Madame!" Amie shouted frantic, her thin arms straining to keep the thrashing princess in place.

A heavythudsounded as someone fell. Livia’s head whipped toward the bed.

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