That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Captive Slave 135

Chapter 135

LORD HEROD

Time grew short as Lord Herod scrambled to prepare.

He dispatched his male soldiers and urgently requested female guards from Lord Jakal. He ordered enough supplies to last three days and held an emergency meeting with his steward, bailiffs, and head farmers. He informed them of his impending absence, delegated responsibilities, and provided detailed instructions to ensure the smooth operation of work and his estate while he was unavailable.

It had taken longer than usual, and by the time he returned to the cottage in the early afternoon, a sliver of worry crept into his mind. Would Emeriel still be there?

Females in full heat tended to run away. So crazed with need, driven by instincts to flee, in search of a male to sate them.

Relief flooded him as he entered the cottage and found her still pacing the room, a whirlwind of restless energy. But the moment he crossed the threshold, her scent hit him like a storm. Bloody hell, it has gotten even stronger. Choking. Intoxicating.

Females in full heat smelled amazing, and Emeriel was no different. Herod had never seen her as anything more than his young friend, which is why he had struggled with the idea of helping her through her heat.

But the potent scent pouring from her stirred a hunger in him. A deep, raw lust.

He swallowed hard, pushing down the rising tide of desire.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice sounded strained even to his own ears.

"Can't ex-explain it," Emeriel stammered, her words punctuated by ragged breaths. She resumed her frantic pacing, her fingers raking at her arms, leaving angry red marks in their wake

her tunic and trousers. Her fingers, fumbling, frantic, and uncoordinated, struggled against the

watched helplessly, unsure what to do. She then attacked her chest bindings, but the

escaped her lips. "I

longer. Together, they tore at the bindings, ripping the fabric to shreds until she was finally

been exquisite, but stripped bare, she was a vision of rare, untamed beauty. Her porcelain skin was drenched with sweat, and

eyes, normally so sharp and intelligent, were now clouded with arousal. The soft curve of her breasts was alluring, and the delicate blush of her nipples was taut with desire. Her hips were soft and inviting, accentuated by the sun's warm

She was breathtaking.

of beauty that made her stand out in a crowd. She had been the first to catch his the slaves on that fateful

eye

while surveying

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her had seemed amiss, just as it had with Vera. In the end, he had given in to his

light in the darkness that had engulfed him after the loss of his bondmate. She helped him in ways he could have never imagined. Filled his life with laughter and purpose, becoming an indispensable part of it. Emeriel climbed onto the bed, curling into a fetal position against the headboard. Her body trembling

her now, so consumed by her heat, twisted

get worse,

worse. This is just the beginning,

blue eyes, a familiar expression whenever the topic of her heat

pained him to see her so afraid. Hurt him to know her unique circumstances made this experience all the

knock at the door broke the tense silence. "Water is here, my Lord," a maid