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.

right. Emeriel's heat was merciless.

one a fresh wound

it any longer, he

Herod needed air, needed to escape the suffocating guilt crushing

flooded his nostrils mixed with heady musk,

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

aching fiercely. Must have

the cottage. His

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toward that alluring scent,

cottage door, he entered, a snarl ripping from him

toward him and slammed into his chest. Not something, someone. The owner of that

words

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flinched as their bodies made contact. "King Daemonikai," she sobbed, her body clinging to him like a lifeline.

in protest, pained and angry. His

fog of arousal lifted a bit, replaced by a wave of guilt and panic. Zounds, he was not supposed to be

his voice thick with

at him,

"It's me, dear one."

came from her a moment before she clung to him. "Please, just make it stop. I beg of you, just make it stop," she cried, her tears mingling with the sweat on her face.

eyes, red and swollen, filled with arousal, finally held recognition. "If you care for me at all...Just

link eyes.

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

relief from the fire.

and he wrapped his arms around

cried out again, her body twisting, rejecting him, yet