Chapter 429:

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It would break him beyond repair. Aekeira knew it. She could hear it in his voice.

And it terrified her too.

Aekeira wanted to be his. Had dreamed of it for years. But dreams were one thing; reality was another. Emeriel was the Syren… and the truth was, Aekeira was not like Em.

So what if there was an obvious, irresistible attraction between them? What if his very being craved hers so deeply that his basic instincts went dormant in her absence? So what if she loved this male more than life itself, and he was now staring at her as if his entire world revolved around her? None of it mattered if they attempted the bonding ritual and it failed.

It would be over.

There was no coming back from that.

Oh yes, Aekeira was terrified too.

“I missed you terribly,” Lord Vladya murmured, kissing her forehead. “I… I… If I go over how hard I’d missed you, I might start bawling all over again.”

“It got even harder as the years passed. As my journey grew more challenging, as madness crept closer, I had regrets.” He breathed in her scent, letting out a low groan. “Gods, you smell so good. I can’t get enough.”

“Regrets?” Aekeira whispered, barely holding herself steady.

He nodded against her. “I pushed you away so you wouldn’t see me go feral. But in the end… when it came down to it… you were all I wanted to see one last time.” His arms encircled her waist. “I wanted to see your beautiful face, hear your lovely voice… one last time. I regret sending you away, Aekeira.”

Mist clouded Aekeira’s vision again. Why couldn’t this male just be hers? Why did the universe have to make everything so complicated?

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Gods, could you please take away the madness?

Please give him his soul?

If only you could make me a Syren too.

Could you please make us so compatible that if we attempt a bonding ritual, it would succeed?

Gods, if wishes were horses… would you let this beggar ride?

Tears slipped down Aekeira’s cheeks, leaving a wet trail as she returned his hug.

PRINCESS EMERIEL

“I don’t want him to claw at you, Emeriel,” Lord Ottai cautioned, leaning casually against the wall as he watched Emeriel spread out the grand king’s feast before the table.

“I know, Lord Ottai. I do not wish for him to claw at me either.” She replied softly, glancing at King Daemonikai’s still form. “But you said it’s been days since he had any kind of nourishment. If this continues, he will only grow weaker, and he needs his strength to return.”

With a brass spoon, Emeriel scooped up a portion of porridge and tenderly nudged the spoon towards the grand king’s lips.

Though his body remained still, claws sprang out from his hands.

Sharp and deadly, ready to strike.

Lord Ottai immediately straightened. “Now will be the time to stop—”

But Emeriel placed her other hand on King Daemonikai’s arm. “Don’t do that, beloved,” her voice dropped to a soothing murmur.

She intertwined her fingers with his, her small hand dwarfed by his.

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