Semua Bab The False Prince: The Beast King’s Fated Siren: Bab 1 - Bab 7

The bindings around Emeriel’s chest tightened painfully. And beneath her skin— Something ancient stirred. Not fully awake. Just enough to terrify her. Emeriel stepped back instinctively. The Beast King watched her with frightening stillness. The entire tribute hall had gone silent around them. Even the nobles seemed too afraid to breathe as Kaelthar Draven stood before the supposed crown prince like he had discovered something impossible. His glowing eyes narrowed slightly. Not with recognition. With confusion. Which was somehow worse. “What did you say?” King Edric demanded sharply from the throne. Kaelthar didn’t answer immediately. His gaze remained fixed on Emeriel. The black flames dancing across the torches reflected strangely in his golden eyes, making him look less like a king and more like some ancient predator deciding whether something was threat… or treasure. Finally, he spoke. “That scent,” he murmured. Emeriel’s stomach dropped. Scent? No. No, no, no

A howl echoed through the mountains again. Closer this time. Emeriel’s hand tightened around the silver dagger Lyra had given her. The sound didn’t resemble a wolf. It was deeper. Ancient. Like something enormous calling through the darkness. Lyra looked pale. “They say the Urekai hunt during Blood Moons.” Emeriel forced calm into her voice. “Stories are meant to frighten children.” “But these stories are real.” Neither spoke after that. Because they both knew she was right. Far below the balcony, movement flickered across the palace grounds. Torches burned along the outer walls while soldiers rushed between towers in nervous formations. Preparing. Watching. Waiting for dawn. Waiting for beasts. Emeriel looked toward the distant forest beyond the kingdom gates. At first she saw only darkness. Then— Gold eyes opened within the trees. Her breath caught. Massive shadows moved slowly between the woods. Not men. Creatures. Watching the palace. Watching her. A co

The gates of Asterith opened slowly. Like the kingdom itself was reluctant to let the beasts pass. Cold morning fog rolled across the stone roads as the Urekai prepared to leave. Horses refused to go near the enormous shadow beasts pacing beside the warriors, their terrified screams echoing through the courtyard. Animals knew monsters when they saw them. Emeriel stood near the palace gates while servants loaded supplies onto black iron carriages. No one approached her anymore. Not guards. Not nobles. Not even the ministers who once bowed at her feet. After what happened in the courtyard, fear had spread quickly. The prince had touched the Beast King. Twice. And survived. Among humans, that alone was becoming its own terrifying rumor. Emeriel pulled her cloak tighter around herself, trying to ignore the faint burning sensation still lingering beneath her collarbone. The mark. Whatever it was. She hadn’t dared check. Kaelthar’s gaze had barely left her since it appear