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.

heat, and he understood her disgust at the thought of enduring

pain, he questioned the wisdom of that promise. Was anything worth her going through this

could spare her this torment by taking her heat or sending in one of his

send for her male. The

clutches of illness three decades past, he knew what it felt like to live with the pain of a severed bond. The anguish of losing a bondmate was excruciating,

yet the gaping void still remained. Some nights, Herod woke from sleep,

misery of a severed bond was like losing a limb. Or a

had spent countless nights

so much life yet to live. And then, suddenly, she was

identity from the grand king. Herod knew the risks, the potential consequences of their