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.

had been right. Emeriel's heat

echoed through the night, each one a

not take it any longer, he

and flung open the curtains. In the distance, the cottage stood bathed in moonlight, its doors firmly shut. Herod needed air, needed to escape the suffocating guilt crushing him. He threw open the window- And her scent hit him with the force of a lightning strike. He had made

frozen in place. Her scent flooded his nostrils mixed with

that he was growling. Raw need flooded

vision blurred, cock aching fiercely. Must have her. Must pin

bedchambers and heading toward the cottage. His mind a fog

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every step he took toward that alluring scent,

he entered, a snarl ripping from him

toward him and slammed into his chest. Not something, someone.

you," he growled, the words torn from his throat. "Must

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"King Daemonikai," she sobbed, her body

beast roared in protest, pained and angry.

replaced by a wave of

with shame. "Hell, I should not

at him, eyes unfocused.

"It's me, dear one."

her a moment before she clung to him. "Please, just make it stop. I beg of you, just make it stop," she

eyes, red and swollen, filled with arousal, finally held

link eyes.

little one," he choked out, his voice barely recognizable. "I am not the one your body

against his, trying to seek relief from the fire. "Just make it stop. It's too much! Too

resolve crumbled and he wrapped his arms around

twisting, rejecting him, yet desperate