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

Captive Slave 137

Chapter 137

LORD HEROD

High Lord Herodis' heart ached with a profound sorrow he hadn't felt in decades. Emeriel's screams pierced the night's air like a banshee's wail, filled with unbearable pain, each one a shard of ice twisting in his gut.

He wanted nothing more than to rush to her, to mount the female in heat, especially with those screams of agony. The sound of her suffering was nearly unbearable. Despite the cottage being far away, her cries reached him clearly. As Urekai aged, their senses grew sharper, and their strength increased. Herod was no exception. His heightened senses were even sharper, capturing every tortured sound, and it broke him. He could even hear the desperate whimpers punctuating her screams. Herod's knuckles whitened as he gripped the arms of his study chair. His erection was hard and angry, straining through his

tensed in an effort to maintain control. pants. His muscle

While she struggled to ride out her torturous heatwaves, Herod rose and began to pace his study like a caged beast.

had made him promise no stranger would touch her during her heat, and he understood her disgust at the thought of enduring

that

torment by taking her heat or sending in one of his

for her male. The thought whispered

more intimately than most. Having lost his beloved Vera to the cruel clutches of illness three decades past, he knew what it felt like

the gaping void still remained. Some nights, Herod

of a severed bond was like losing a

been his fault, but Herod had spent countless nights blaming himself, hating himself for his failure

years; she was so vibrant and had so much life yet to live. And then,

Emeriel's decision to conceal her identity from the grand