RedNovelChapter 717: As they reached the dais, Emeriel walked straight into his arms.
Human filth, the Voice snarled in his head. It would be so easy to reach inside her and rip the little one free.
Daemonikai held her tighter for half a second, then forced himself to ease his grip. She smiled up at him, but it didn't reach her eyes.
No, the ever-present sadness she thought she hid so well was right there.
"How do you feel?" he asked gently.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Does your chest still hurt?" “Just a little. The healer made certain I took the potions, so it has eased." "Good." He took her hand, guiding her to the seat beside him, Vladya doing the sfor Aekeira.
"Thank you," Emeriel sighed softly, settling herself, hand resting on the swell of her belly.
Hours passed in a blur of ceremony.
Feasts, oaths, and blessings. And through it all, Daemonikai's attention never strayed far from her.
Even when he spoke with ministers or acknowledged the nobles who sought his favor, his mind was half-turned to her. He saw every smile she gave, every noble who approached to greet her.
Look at Lord Jakal, the Voice said. See the way his eyes linger on her. He is unmated, still searching for his life partner. I wonder what he imagines now...
Daemonikai released his gritted teeth. Across the arena, Lord Jakal had taken Emeriel's hand, bowing low to press his lips against her knuckles.
Does he think of those thighs? The sweet thighs that have not opened for you in over five months? Does he imagine them wrapped around his waist? Daemonikai forced his jaw to relax as Emeriel glanced his way and beamed. He returned the smile with a flawless, smooth one. Then she turned back to Lord Jakal, speaking softly.
For more, vt glovels.☐☐ Those pretty thighs, the Voice crooned. He will take her, and she will welchim. His mind is clear... he does not mount his female half to death.
"Shove those thoughts away," Vladya said suddenly beside him.
"Do not let them win. Whatever they are telling you, it's not true." "I know, I know. It's just..." Daemonikai exhaled. His fists ached from how tightly he had clenched them, and he forced his fingers to ease, one by one.
"Sometimes, it's really, really difficult." "I know. I have lived this too," Vladya said with pity.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Congratulations, Vladya," His tone was flat, but the sentiment was genuine.
Unlike himself, Vladya had healed fully. He had not suffered a single feral episode in four months. B our months. Hish mind was clear, his beast calm and engaged, more at peace than it had been in centuries. Everything truly did improve since Vladya started drinking from his Soulbond.
Daemonikai did not feed from Emeriel. It caused her discomfort as er the healers had warned. And even if he could, the shaman said it wouldn't heal him like it once did in the past. "This one is different; it's unnatural," the shaman had told him.
"Unfortunately, only the dark mage who wove those threads can undo it." "These too shall pass," Vladya stated firmly.
Daemonikai did not believe it. He wished his faith was as & buten the strong as his old friend's, but in these past months, his his hope had dwindled to nearly nothing.
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