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

Captive Slave 138

Chapter 138

LORD HEROD

Emeriel's screams began again.

Herod could hear her crying, begging, and he hated it so much. She was in agony, and he despised how helpless he was to help her. But being far away from her was the best way to protect her. Once he caught a whiff of her scent, Herod knew it would be over. He would go into a rut.

That's why he was in his room, pacing. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles ached, the floorboards creaking beneath his agitated strides.

"Somebody help! Please!" she cried, her voice raspy and raw. The sound of her shaking the cottage door rang in his ears.

Herod squeezed his eyes shut, his nails digging into his palm. He had to ignore it. He had to.

"I ca-can't... I can't take this," she sobbed. "It's too much, please...I feel like I'm dying."

Herod pressed his palms against his ears, desperate to block out the sound of her pain. But it was no use.

His beast sensed the agony of someone they cared for, and was annoyed and restless within him. The urge to investigate, to comfort, was almost overwhelming.

"Please! my king, I ne-need you!" she cried. "I need you s-so much...Where are you? Please, I'm dy-dying."

The door rattling had stopped, and Herod imagined her small body writhing in agony on the floor of the cottage. A pounding headache developed.

"Please, come before it gets me again. I ca-can't...I can't..." Panic entered her voice. "It's coming again-" A scream tore from her throat, cutting through the night air like a jagged blade.

Herod imagined her twitching from the pain, her eyes filled with terror. Vulnerable and defenseless.

Emeriel's heat was merciless. Brutal in

each one a fresh wound

any longer,

air, needed to escape the suffocating guilt crushing him. He threw open the window- And her

body frozen in place. Her scent flooded his nostrils mixed with heady

was growling. Raw need flooded his senses. Irresistible, uncontrollable. Want

cock aching fiercely. Must have her. Must

leaving his bedchambers and heading toward the cottage. His mind a fog of

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he took toward that alluring scent, his want

entered, a snarl ripping from him Heavens,

into his chest. Not

growled, the words torn from

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she sobbed, her body clinging to him like a lifeline. "You are here...you are

in protest, pained and

a bit, replaced by a wave of guilt and panic. Zounds, he was not

his voice thick with

at him, eyes unfocused.

"It's me, dear one."

disappointment and pain came from her a moment before she clung to him. "Please, just make it

Her eyes, red and swollen, filled with arousal, finally held recognition. "If you care

link eyes.

his rut. It was incredibly difficult. "Tam not Daemonikai, little one," he choked out, his voice barely recognizable. "I am not the one

relief from the fire. "Just make it stop.

and he wrapped his

twisting, rejecting him, yet desperate enough to take his touch.